Once you got the gold . . .

GOOD TIMES COME EASY

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“Just tryin’ to get close to you, Della. You an’ me, we’re all alone now. You lost a brother . . . I lost a young friend . . .”

“This is wrong!”

“No, it ain’t, Della. Anythin’ that’ll give comfort can’t be wrong. And I always had eyes for you, way before you run off with that feller. If you’d stayed in Umbrales—”

The girl regarded him coldly.

“This is no way to mourn my brother,” she said. “And what you want, I don’t give out for free.”

“And what I got to give, money cain’t buy,” he said with a lecherous laugh.