dancing.â
Billy said, âHavenât. Didnât have anything better to do. You been dancing?â He fell in next to Maud.
âA bit,â she said, and kept walking. But then she suddenly stopped. âThat peddler over there has something I want to look at.â
âWhat is it?â
âSeveral things. Women like to look. You know that.â She took off toward Bookerâs wagon.
Billy dropped his cigarette, crushed it with his boot, and caught up with Maud in a couple of long strides. She was pleased he did. His puppy eagerness and Indian good looks made him the perfect escort to be seen with.
She went straight to the Woodbury soap. She picked up a bar, read its wrapper, and held it close to her nose for a sniff. Booker was making change with his back to her. She was afraid he wouldnât turn her way until she sniffed the bar silly, so as soon as that transaction was completed, she said, âHow much did you say this was?â
Booker turned around slowly. He looked at Maudâs face and then at the item she held in her hand. He stretched his hand out to hers, brushed it slightly, and said, âLet me see.â He turned the bar over and found 5 C marked on the back. He said, âA nickel, normally, but for you, two cents.â He touched the rim of his bowler and smiled. Then he turned to Billy. âHowdy. Are you Maudâs brother?â
Maud spoke quickly. âNo, a friend. This is William Watie Walkingstick. He goes by Billy.â
Billy brought the fingers of his left hand to the rim of his cowboy hat and inserted his right hand into his front pocket. âIâll pay full price for that.â He drew out a nickel.
Booker took the coin with one hand and delivered the bar to Billy with the other. âGlad to do business with you, Mr. Walkingstick. Fancy anything else for your girl?â
Maud made a noise that was more of a catfish growl than a word. Both men jerked a little and looked to the source. Maud knew she was turning red. She hoped the dark of the night and the dark of her skin were combining to protect her. âThank you, Billy.â She held her hand out for the bar. To Booker, she said, âHeâs one of my oldest friends. Fishes with my brother.â
Booker said, âI see.â Maud hoped that he both did see and didnât. And she was trying to sort out some kind of response that would straighten things out but not give her away when Billy said, âYou sell soft drinks?â
âNo, theyâre not in my line.â Booker shook his head.
Maud said, âHe mostly trucks in books. Booker, would you show Billy your books?â
Booker held out his arm toward the side of the wagon facing the back of the stage. âWhat kinds of books do you like to read?â
âWhatchya got?â
Booker, in a singsong cadence that spoke of practice, recited a litany of books, and Billyâs eyes took on a glassy gaze. But shortly into that, to insert herself back into Bookerâs attention and also to get Billy off the hook, Maud said, âMy uncle was telling me about a book that escaped the fire. Did you hear about that?â
âHeard about the fire. Hard not to.â Booker had a smile on his face.
âI meant did you hear about the book?â
âNo. I assumed all the books were burnt. I went by there the day afterwards. It was a mess if I ever saw one. You can even see the pile from the bridge.â
âYouâve been over the bridge?â
âWent to Muskogee. Had to pick up more goods at the railway station.â
âIâm surprised you didnât stay over there.â
âI did for a couple of days. But I wasnât having much luck competing against the stores.â
Billy said, âHow much will ya take fer this book here?â
Maud had forgotten about Billy. And sheâd never known him to read a lick. She said, âWhat is it?â
âLasso tricks. See
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