Tommy Maaltman's Lassiter hooks up with Kitty.

The doors of the Hole in the Wall Saloon were still swinging as a stream of expectorated tobacco juice sailed across the room landing on the toes of the shoes of Kitty the "rough ridden and put away wet" long time lady of the evening, plying her trade in the dirty, dusty forgotten town of Forgotten. Looking up from the puddle of brown, brackish fluid , she knew the lone gunman, dressed all in black leather, named Lassiter, was back and made a mental note to not stand so close to the spittoon in the future. Their eyes met and nothing more needed to be said. She instinctively walked behind the bar slapping the toothless, unshaven barkeep "Gums" to the side and grabbed the finest bottle of single malt whisky and two glasses. Lassiter was already sitting at a small round table when Kitty joined him, and he watched her pour a dram of Glen Moray Port Wood Aged, Limited Edition, with a full fool's gold color, lovely perfumey nose, rich body and perfumey sugar coated almond and after dinner malt taste and an extraordinary delicate finish, reminding Lassiter of Kitty, past and present but mostly past. Lassiter finished his dram and without saying a word got up and walked out the door. After all these years this one time it was Kitty's turn to pay. Slainte, Tommy Maaltman