As I struck a match and brought it to the tip of my cigarette, a vision of elegance strolled right on by. Her silhouette against the fading sun stopped me dead in my tracks.

I couldn't resist, so I let out a low, appreciative whistle, my laughter dancing through the warm evening air as I beckoned her over.

"Howdy, missy. What's a gal as lovely as you doin' in these parts? Seems the sun ain't the only thing settlin' in for the night 'round here."