The beer wasn't going down as easily as it was a few hours ago, so I ordered a rum and coke. It didn't have much kick to it. I finished it off and ordered a double.  Kate seemed amused. She was dipping shot glasses in and out of a three-section sink under the bar. She arched her back, dried her hands off on a paisley dishrag strung through the belt loops of her khaki cotton shorts hanging loosely at her hips. She reached behind her back to handle a thick long braid of dark red hair. The dishrag dropped and dangled below her knee. She held the braid in front of a white T-shirt with a black caricature of a swan leaping from a diving board into some waves, the logo for the Swan Dive Saloon. Swan Lake Montana.