I can’t remember why this scene was deleted, but I can guess it was because of story flow. After Cora wakes up in Flynn’s tent, hungover and failing to remember much, they argue and she storms out. To bring them together again, of course, he chases after her, which flowed more smoothly then adding in this part.
The “she” Cora is talking about is the barmaid in Skagway she meets the night before named Natalie. Although, the girl is nice, she obviously has a hidden agenda which is the handsome Flynn.
I have to admit that in reading it, perhaps after a bit of tweaking, it just might work itself back into the novel when I get my rights back and I revise, edit, and republish it. I guess we shall see. I have a couple of years left on my contract.
She motioned for me to come into the saloon, and reluctantly, I followed. The seats in the tent were empty, most of them turned over and resting on the small tables. Scents of eggs and bacon lingered around the bar. A loud crash boomed as I sat down in one of the chairs, and a man cursed from behind an open curtain behind the bar.
“Pa is fixin’ breakfast. You hungry?” she asked.
“No,” I whispered, gently shaking my head. “Thank you, though.”
“I’ve had men in here that haven’t even drank as much as you did in such a short period of time,” she laughed.
Her words sank deep into my stomach. With a lack of memory of the evening, for all I knew Flynn could have told me the truth. I could have been too drunk to walk, I could have asked him to stay, I could have been incapable of taking care of myself, and he could have actually nearly saved my life.
She looked at me with a little confusing glare in her eyes. “Though, I suppose you had someone looking after you so no harm done, right?”
“Unwanted attention, I assure you.”
“You don’t care for Flynn?”
I shook my head.
She wiped the glass she was holding with a rag, nodding ever so slightly, and stared at the bar top. “I suppose,” she said, pausing for a second before continuing. “That is good. I mean, seeing as how he is a married man, and all, you wouldn’t want to fall for him or anything.”
A lump in my throat choked me. “He’s married?”
“But he…where is…but what about–” None of the questions on the tip of my tongue seemed appropriate to ask.
“She’s living in Chicago, I believe. Yes, I think I remember him saying Chicago, and I believe I’ve heard him speak about a child once. I’m not quite sure, though. He usually talks about her all the time. I’m surprised to hear that he didn’t tell you.” She continued to wipe a few more glasses clean and arranged them along a wooden shelf behind the bar.
My stomach churned with the thought of a woman happily playing with a child in some beautiful home, filled with loving memories, anxiously awaiting for her husband to come home–her husband that was in my bed last night next to me, even if nothing between us happened.
Flynn’s indiscretions made last night, heck, even the night in Tacoma so much worse, showing the true character behind the handsome, charming face. Perhaps, I wasn’t even the first girl he had played tricks on. Certainly, if he was capable of such deceitful acts once, he wouldn’t think twice of repeating the offense.
Clearly, he was the worst sort of man imaginable.
“I’ve got to run to the supply tent. You know, start the preparations for leaving for Dawson City. I will, perhaps, I will see you later.”
“Have a nice day.” She smiled, though it was as counterfeit as her friendly tone.