Wearing White, Martina McBride
My Baby Loves Me Just The Way That I Am, Martina McBride
"I need you to take the run to Blue Creek tomorrow,” he said apologetically. He knew she hated the Blue Creek station. It was one of the worst on the routes. The stationmaster and riders permanently based there were rude, crude and uncivilized. The bunkhouse was a mess. But, this time, Lou was actually relieved to have drawn the run.
She’d walked in diffidently, but as soon as her eyes had met Jimmy’s, she’d stopped in place, crossing her arms over her chest in challenge. He’d the floor to greet her.
“Don’t go givin’ me that, Lou McCloud!” Sam had demanded. “I know what I saw and you know-“
“Sam, ya gotta keep quiet ‘bout her,” Kid had started to protest. “Teaspoon’d--”
“Her!” Sam had hollered, nearly loud enough to be heard all the way back at the way station. “He’s a … a… she!?”
"Dang it, Kid,” Lou’d grumped, smacking him on the chest. “You and yer loose lips!”
“But, he already saw us,” Kid protested. “I was just tryin’--”
“What exactly did he see?” she’d demanded.
"Oh, honey, ain’t nobody gonna marry the likes of us that work here! Leastwise, not if they’re stayin’ in town,” Jewel laughed. “But they can love ya and take care of ya. It’s only if they’re leavin’ town, like Josephine’s beau, that they’ll consider one of us good ‘nough ta marry. Just ask any one of those biddies in church on Sundays. Once a whore, always a whore.”
"Yes,” she breathed. “Oh, yes. Forever.”