Battles had to bite down on the comments he wanted to make when the old man talked about how his daughter might make money, even if the comments were only alluding to something and not actually vulgarly said. It was his
daughter for Christ sake! Battles knew at once he
was actually dealing with the dregs of humanity once again. But Battles had learned in his life such men didn't always have to be handled with a gun. Leander McNelly had preached how sometimes diplomacy worked better than a bullet, even if he didn't always follow his own edicts.
Battles was all to aware when the young red-head came from the saloon herself, but he didn't let his gaze slip far from the old man.
Flossie McKenna:
”You mighta been sharp tongued but ye apologized which is a helluva lot more than that monster back there. I put my money down fer a bottle, was gonna sit an’ wait for that there Missus Lee, and the bastard grabbed me up an’ threw me out fer no reason. I’m gonna file charges I tell ye. I hadn’t teched nobody an’ was mindin’ my own business. You got a star there boy. Mebbe you kin do somethin’ ‘bout that?”
"Well, Sir I'm afraid I can't help you there. I'm a Texas Ranger, not the local law. I honestly don't believe this town has a local Sheriff though I could be mistakin'. There is a US Marshal here abouts. He may be able to take your complaint. I'd suggest an alternative though if you've a mind to listen. You have to understand, Sir, out here in the wilds a woman is a treasured commodity and many of the men of the west would rather see a horse beat than hear or see a woman mistreated. And most of us would kill a man who mistreated our horse. Sometimes, like myself in yonder, we act before we think."
"Now I'm not saying you done any wrong." Battles quickly interjected.
"And you are obviously a man with a forgivin' nature since you've let my own transgressions pass. Maybe the big man can be made to see the error of his ways as well and we can all let this be history? This is a hard land an many of us react on instinct before we think. You climb down off that wagon and come back inside with me and I bet we can get this all settled without anyone having to go to jail, and you can show everyone you're the better man, and a right smart business man to boot. If the young lady is going to sing this is the place she should be doing it in."
Molly Malone:
"You have a place here if you want one, Flossie," Molly called out loudly, making sure that her shout captured Flossie's gaze so that Molly might affirm the promise with a certain nod of her head. Then Molly's attention shifted as her glance settled on the inscrutable 'one-eyed' stranger.
Battles looked quickly to the red-head but he instantly looked back to the old man.
"You see there? We can all put hurt feelings aside and do business like proper folks do. You and I can have our drinks while I wait for the Marshal who I have dealings with, and you wait for the saloon owner. I wouldn't be expecting no apologies from the big man, but I'm sure the young lady here running things right now will keep him in check."
Battles finally looked to the red-head again, his pale blue eye almost daring her to contradict him but at the same time his expression seemed to beg her to agree and help him. All he wanted to do was diffuse the situation and get the young blond in a place she may be better looked after. He thought the red-head would definitely look after her if she could.
"Ain't that right, Miss? This is all a big misunderstanding that can be worked out?"
Then Battles turned back to the wagon and smiled, unexpected dimples appearing on his cheeks. He held the bottle up again and winked at the old man.
"Shall we wet our whistle? Let bygones be bygones as you said, conduct our business like gentlemen and keep me from having to shoot anyone? You want what's best for your daughter after all, and I want a drink with good company. What do you say?"
Battles wouldn't really mind shooting the old fool, he knew, but his thoughts were currently on the young girl. She deserved a chance and he thought maybe she'd get one at the Shady Lady if the young red-haired barmaid was any true indication of the place.