Goldie examined her coins and nodded. “Very nice. So … you’re ready to prove yourself.” It wasn’t a question.
”Damn right -I am,” Margo muttered “I got along fine-and I don’t even speak Latin!”
Goldie’s eyes widened. “That is an accomplishment You should be very proud.” Then she glanced at the doorway as though searching for eavesdroppers. “You want to know what I think?” The older woman’s eyes were bright, merry.
”What?”
”I think you’re a budding young scout in need of a place to go. And if you’re interested, I think I know just the place you need.”
Margo’s pulse quickened. “Really?” Then she cleared her throat and attempted to assume an air of professionalism. “What did you have in mind?”
”I know of a gate that’s in need of a good scout Someone bright and ambitious. Someone who isn’t afraid of a challenge. Someone who’ll take a few risks to make a lot of money.”
Margo’s pulse skipped another few beats. “Why are you telling me?”
Goldie Morran grimaced and gestured to herself. “I’m not a scout and besides, I’m too old. And frankly, I think you’ve got what it takes. After all, Kit Carson did train you: You’ve been taught by the best and as far as I’m concerned, you’ve demonstrated you have what it takes. You’ve got fire inside you, girl. Besides,” Goldie winked, “I’d like to see a woman finally crack that men’s club wide open. Interested?”
Margo glared at the doorway where Kit Carson had vanished.
”You bet I’m interested. When do we start?”
”Is now soon enough? Good First, we allay everyone’s suspicions about what you’re up to … .”