Phil growled and shoved the pot in my direction, keeping both eyes on
Tomboy Taylor.
She was something to keep eyes on, both figuratively and literally. The
only thing that kept her from being a thionite dream was the Pittsburgh
stogie that she insisted upon smoking, and the only thing that kept her
from being some man's companion in spite of the stogie was the fact that
he'd have to keep his mouth shut or she'd steal his back teeth--if not
for fillings, then for practice.
"You, Wally Wilson," she said around the cigar, "get these grifters out
of here. I got words."