Caroline immediately began to mingle with some of the local menfolk in attendance, they knew her from the saloon of course. None of them seemed at all taken aback she'd be in attendance.
One man was somewhat surprised to see the beautiful young blonde there, perhaps because his duties had, hitherto, kept him away from the town proper, including its bustling saloon. In fact, he raised his kepi in shocked salute as he perceived the saloon singer next to him in the crowd nearest the ring. And although they hadn't been properly introduced, the young officer couldn't help blurting out to her:
"Do you have one of these fancy Five Dollar tickets, too? I think the fellow running this whole shebang is pretty smart, giving them out to parties he wants to keep on the good side of." Oooh, that was a clumsy sentence! The young West Pointer winced - had a couple of months of frontier life turned him illiterate already?
He had actually hit on Crabbe's ruse, though: nobody in their right mind would pay $5 for a 'ringside seat' - but Lorenzo wanted to give out some free tickets to the Press, the local Law, hell, even the Army officers. Why give them a free $2 ticket when you could give them one with $5 printed on the front of it for the same price?
Lt. Greene realised he was staring at the dreamlike vision before him in a quite ungentlemanly way, but he just couldn't drag his eyes off her, so instead he grinned... inanely.