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Antoine said. “You jes’ keep cookin’.”
    â€œDon’t you worry, Pops,” she said, laughing. “Your supper’s gonna be good. I caught three nice fat birds this morning and I’m gonna cook ‘em all.”
    To Clint, that sounded just fine.

SEVEN
    The fried prairie chicken was excellent, the best meal Clint had had in weeks. He and Antoine finished off the whiskey bottle during the meal, and only the fact that they had been eating while drinking kept them from being completely drunk.
    Toward the end of the meal Antoine was drunk enough, though, to let Jada have a couple of nips from the bottle, as well. By the end of the meal they were all full and happy, laughing together until Clint asked a question he’d been saving.
    â€œSince you travel fairly often,” Clint asked, “I figure one of you must know where this town called Organ Pipe is.”
    Antoine and Jada stared at him, the laughter dying in Antoine’s eyes. Jada wasn’t sure what had just happened, but she knew her husband wasn’t happy anymore.
    â€œWhy you keep on ast dat, Boss?” he asked Clint.
    â€œLike I said, it’s just a name I’ve heard,” Clint said. “I don’t have anyplace in particular to go, so I thought I’d take a look. You have to admit, it’s an unusual name for a town.”
    â€œIt is kinda unusual, yeah,” Antoine said.
    â€œSo?” Clint asked. “You know where it is then?”
    â€œNo,” Antoine said, “I ain’t got no idea.” He stood up. “I got to go back to the stable and bed down the horses. You stay here, Boss. Jada give you some beau-coup coffee.”
    â€œThat sounds good to me, if Jada doesn’t mind.”
    â€œI don’t mind,” she said. “I’ll clear up and make it right away.”
    â€œI be back later,” Antoine said.
    â€œIf I’m not here when you get back,” Clint said, “thank you for the meal.”
    â€œYou thank Jada,” Antoine said. “She da one dat cook you dat meal, Boss.”
    Antoine left, and Clint remained seated while Jada cleaned up and made coffee.
    â€œI didn’t have time to make no pie,” she apologized.
    â€œThat’s okay,” Clint said. “That was a great meal, and this is really good coffee.”
    â€œI’m real glad you liked it all.”
    She sat across from him, drinking her coffee while holding the cup in both hands. In watching her move around the kitchen, Clint had realized she was not as thin as he had first thought. She was wearing jeans and filled them out nicely, with a very solid butt to go with her hard breasts. She also had a pouty mouth that she seemed to constantly be wetting with her tongue. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was married to Antoine, Clint would have been trying to have her as his dessert.
    â€œWhat you lookin’ at?” she asked him.
    â€œHmm? Oh, nothin’—”
    â€œYou was lookin’ at me.”
    â€œWell, you’re very pretty, Jada.”
    â€œYou think so?”
    â€œCome on,” he said, “you know so.”
    â€œHow would I know that?” she asked. “Ain’t nobody in this town tells me that.”
    â€œWell, you’re married to Antoine,” Clint said.
    â€œOh, he don’t never tell me.”
    â€œOther men would probably tell you, but it looks to me like after Benny, it’s Antoine who’s the biggest man in town.”
    â€œHe big and strong, all right,” Jada said, “but he’s no damn good when it comes to treatin’ a woman right.”
    â€œThen why did you marry him?” Clint asked.
    She bit her lip, which somehow made his mouth water.
    â€œIf I tell you somethin’, you promise not to tell anybody else?”
    â€œSure, Jada,” he said, “you can tell me anything.”
    â€œWe ain’t really