It's not a question of who's right. It's a question of what's right.
Posted August 3, 2018
"Thanks for the warning. I prefer not to get into any fights myself - not that I am coward or anything like that. I've been in a few over the years but if there is someone who needs help, or I have no choice then I will. Besides, it's not a good idea to go around picking fights if you want to business."
Feeling a bit guilty for sitting while a lady stood, he got up, smiled, and motioned to the chair next him. "I would like to extend my invitation again; care to join me? I promise I won't ask about how you got started in the saloon business."
Posted August 7, 2018
"I agree, fights are never good for business," Matilda nodded.
The man finally got up off his chair, she had wondered if he had forgotten his manners that way also but had already chafed the man for his lack of introduction, no sense being too hard on the fellow. He was rather handsome and, while that shouldn't enter into the occasion, it did. Unfortunately she was not going to be able to take him up on his invite to sit and chat further. She had work to do.
"Oh I'm sorry but I really should get going. I have a lot more to do inside the saloon than merely sweep the boardwalk on the outside," she smiled, "I must get back and help my partner. Nice meeting you though, Mr. Wentworth, and thank you for the information about the current hotel situation. Tell you what though, stop on into the saloon Monday and your first drink is on the house."
It's not a question of who's right. It's a question of what's right.
Posted August 8, 2018
"I may just take you up on that invitation." Matt smiled, "It was a pleasure to meet you Miss Devereau and once again I apologise for not properly introducing myself."
He paused, and briefly looked at the chair he had been sitting in before returning his attention her "And for not getting up when a lady is present. I've been spending too much time dealing with other men in the last few weeks, that I forgot my manners."
Posted August 10, 2018
"Oh in my line of work, I'm pretty much used to it. I trust your performance will improve the next time we meet. Good day to you, Mr. Wentworth," Matilda gave him one last smile and spun about to head across the wide street, watching for a carriage crossing the path of ahead of her.
She wondered if he would actually come into the saloon on Monday? Time would tell.