"I've been here before," the Cowboy drawls impassively.
I take his hand in a surprising gesture of tenderness as I lead him down the darkened alley. He jerks his hand away, forcing me to grip it harder. I'm probably hurting him, but his pride suppresses any complaint.
I always seem to miss the door, so I've slowed down now and am carefully inspecting everything that looks a little strange. The Cowboy scratches his leg impatiently.
"This is the one," I say, though a hint of uncertainty remains in my voice.
"You're the boss, kid," he says with a resigned shrug.