The stable boy ran out to grab the mules. “Yes sir, how may I help you?” He sniggered a bit. “What do you want? We got a nice young maiden out in the barn.” He watched as the Countess alighted from the stagecoach. He held one hand to shield his voice. “We got a nice old man out in the barn for her.” He started giggling and stomping his feet.
The baron snapped his whip, making a feeble sound. “Boy, what’s your name? Do you even know your name?”
It’s Cash. Everybody calls me Cash because I never have any.” He giggled and wiped his nose on his coat sleeve.
The Baron glanced at the Countess. “A dismal place, but the mules are tired. I want a dark beer as long as my arm. There must be good food, drinks and decent rooms in this Inn.
The Countess strode to the door. “They better have oysters. I want a dozen raw on the half shell for starters. Then a dozen steamed to perfection. I’ll wash them down with a quart of Taylorville’s best beer.”
The baron placed the whip back in its socket. “Any decent vacant rooms here, boy?
Cash put his thumb against one nostril and blew hard. A large wad of snot landed close to the Baron's foot. Cash giggled a bit. "That nice young woman out in the barn, she'll do anything for a dollar."
Baron Pine stroked his beard for a second. "A dollar you say. What do you get out of this transaction?"
"I get to watch." He held out his hand. "One dollar in advance. It's a dollar and a quarter at the barn.”
This is the beginning of a new story.
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