"Well, Lou, they think otherwise," Gus said. He wasn't resigned, exactly. More annoyed, really, "But until they start stepping out of bounds, I can't really do much but scowl at them."
There was apology in his voice and even on his face, and the Sheriff his broad shoulders.
"Speaking from experience," he said, unable to help the bitter smirk that spread over his face, "People that good looking are pretty used to walking all over us commoners."
Not that Lucy was unattractive, but there was pretty, and there were the people who worked at Brimstone, who were goddamn knockout perfect tens. He'd even venture a few elevens. All on a totally animal level, of course. Nothing he'd ever act on, but jeez, it was more and more distracting every time he went to pay Bastian a visit.
"Just keep your distance, Lou," he said, "You don't want to get caught up in whatever game they're playing."
He didn't either, but it was his job to. Gus had no idea what it was that was building, but it was something. It'd be nice if he had some actual proof to back it up, of course, but for now he was just glad that Lou was one of the sensible townsfolk. The kind that saw the types the Brimstone brought in as bad news.
Gus laid out the ancient, corroded, clogged up hoses for Lou to see and started installing the replacements, "None of those jackassy casino people have come and bothered you, have they?"