They need a doc to look at 'em. They got railroad badges, so you do what you want to do with them. Oh, you got a telegraph wire for Lute Halverson?"Yo...u Mister Halverson?" Naw, I'm just finishing up some business for him. He's moving on down the line." Well, I do have this," he held up a sheaf of papers. "They all came down from Oklahoma City. It seems Mister Halverson got himself in big trouble. He stole from the railroad." The man had as much awe in his voice as if Halverson had been accused. When asked, he said that he was an army surgeon headed to a new employer. After supper, he was going to sew up his own wound, which was only a surface scratch, even though it did bleed like a stuck pig. He also volunteered to sew up Nikon’s wound so that it would not get infected.I thought to Hippolyte, [This guy would be great to have in our group if he is any good at treating wounds.][Yes, that is a good point. He is currently unemployed, so he might be willing to join us, especially after. I reached over taking the money from the table and saw the huge grins on the men’s faces as I unbuckled the belt and wiggled the shiny mini skirt down my legs, setting it on the table with my bra. I spun around twice so they could see my almost naked body in just my heels, stockings and lace thong. Making my way through the club almost naked brought many more grabs and gropes until I made my way back to the booth after last call and found the booth empty.“Where did the guys go in that booth?” I. . or too far ... or everyone was too stoned - to go and gather some more. I thought that maybe adding some clothes to the thin rayon dress I had on would be a good idea and eventually got it together to crawl back into the shelter to grab something warmer.Yep ... definitely more bodies than sleeping bags, and bodies now seriously getting to know each other ... I think it was Bella's arse I saw gyrating in front of me, no idea who the guy being serviced underneath her was. Ah, well - still.