4 Chapter 4

“Have you taken care of everything, dear?” her aunt Harriet asked, interrupting her thoughts. “Packed everything you’ll need? By the way, what is the name of that place you’re going to again?”

“Whiskey Hill.”

“Whiskey Hill? Whiskey Hell is more like it. Have you ever heard such? Couldn’t they do better than that? What happened? Did they run out of names?”

“It’s just a name, Auntie. It must be a nice place. I’ve heard some people call it the Playground of the West.”

“It doesn’t matter. You have to consider where it is. If it were in Wyoming or Arizona, maybe the lofty name might mean something, but it’s Texas. Their cattle don’t have long horns for nothing, you know. Devil cattle, that’s what they are. I cringe every time I think of them.”

“I don’t remember seeing you cringe when you bite down into a longhorn steak,” Lorraine said sarcastically. “Texas steers are the best you can buy.”