Tex Times Ten

The girls squealed, thrilled. Cissy heard Tex laugh. He didn’t sound so reluctant now, the ape.

Cissy walked away, telling herself she’d done the right thing.

TEX SAW CISSY LEAVING and tipped his hat to the women swarming him. “Ladies, I look forward to our night together,” he said, eliciting more squeals. I’ll make tonight the night of your dreams.”

They ate that up.

He grinned. “I’ll pick y’all up at Miss Delilah’s at three o’clock, and then we’ll walk to the cafeteria. I’m bringing roses for each of you.”

They crowded around him, smiling. His chest expanded with pride. He could make ten girls happy at once!

But right now, he needed to take care of one. “See you then,” he said, heading after Cissy. He caught her in the breezeway. “Hey. What’s the hurry?”

“None, exactly.” She kept walking.

He caught her hand. “So where are you going? I’d like to talk to you if you have time.”

She refused to slow down. “I really don’t. Sorry. I need to be minding the shop while Marvella and the other girls are gone.”

“The shop’s closed until tonight,” he pointed out. “Everybody’s at Mayfest. In fact, I was hoping to buy you some cotton candy.”

“Don’t like it. It’s too clingy. Thanks.”

Man, he couldn’t slow her down a bit. “Cissy. Please stop.”

She did, looking up at him. They stood on the sidewalk with the bright May sun washing the street in spring light, and he thought about how sweet she was. She had such a rep for being a tough cookie, but that was just her top layer. Once you got past her crunchiness, she was soft and sweet. “Thanks for rescuing me back there.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Of course, you didn’t have to make it sound like I was some over-the-hill, busted-up cowboy leftover.”

“Yes, I did. Marvella’s determined to beat her sister at all costs. She needed a better cowboy.”

“Hey!” He tugged lightly on her long, silvery hair. “Ain’t no better cowboy than this, lady.”

She cocked her head. “Maybe I disagree. However, I knew you felt that this was all my fault, and so I decided to snatch you back from Marvella’s jaws.”

“Had me going there for a minute. Thought you were going to buy me for yourself,” he said with a touch of swagger.

“No.” She said it calmly and with assurance. “I’ve already had you in my bedroom. Sparks didn’t fly.”

He stared at her. “They most certainly did, in the barn!”

“Maybe for you.” She shrugged. “It was fun upping your price. Too bad those girls are going to be disappointed.”

“What?” Now she was getting on his nerves again, just when he’d decided she was sweet and creamy!

“Well, they’re expecting a fun date. And a little more.”

“I’m taking them to the cafeteria. And giving them each a rose. Come on. That’s not too bad for a first date, is it?”

“Did it ever occur to you that they’re going to want something extra?”

“Hey, the girls will love going out for a nice meal. I mean, they seemed happy. And of course, I’ll spring for dessert.”

“Yes, but strawberry pie isn’t the something extra they’re going to want.”

He ignored that, since he had a suspicion she might be right. In fact, he was going to have to figure out a way around kissing all those girls. “Hey, Cissy, I need to talk to you.”

“We’re talking, Tex.”

Glancing around, he said, “In private.”

“Not my room. You exit like a bad stuntman.”

“You noticed?” He perked up instantly.

“Yeah. I could have heard the crash a mile away.”

“Oh.” He deflated again.

“And besides, I don’t want anyone to get any wrong ideas about you and me.”

“Meaning what?”

“That you…that we—”

“That I might be a customer?”

She stared at him. “A customer? I don’t do hair, Tex. I’m not a stylist.”

“That’s not what I meant, exactly.”

“What do you mean?”

He was getting annoyed because he didn’t want to be indelicate with her. “Come on, Cissy. You know very well what the Never Lonely Cut-n-Gurls salon has a reputation for. Taking real good care of their men.”

“I hope so. It is a service industry.”

“And a little more on the service side than your average Joe’s Barber Shop.”

She put her hands on her hips. “Are you insinuating that I’m a good-time girl?”

That puzzled him. “Well, aren’t you? Sort of? To make ends meet?”

She slapped him. “Ow! Cissy, what the hell!”

“Just slapping a little sense into you, cowboy.”