This is one of my favorite photographs of Jane...
How many of you recognize Walter Hinteler? Yes, that is him behind Jane.
I remember the day I took the photo. I had been walking down the streets of Deadwood, looking for a woman who would be willing to perform tricks on me for the pocketful of coins that I had, when I heard a voice.
"Hey...you! You big strong German-looking dude with the pitchfork, why don't you join me for a beer?
I looked up and found her to be quite attractive but was a bit unnerved by the presence of Walter.
"Who's that?", I asked.
Jane looked at Walter, then at me, and said, "Ah... Walter. He is here for our amusement. He will sing and dance as you fulfill your carnal desires. So... are you willing to spend the fifty cents or not?"
I decided to spend the money and Jane was all she promised to be, but the dancing gyrations of Walter at the foot of the bed and his screeching voice, trying to resemble something even remotely similar to singing, was a big disconcerting and caused me to lose concentration as Jane's spurs dug into my thighs and urged me on.
Friggin Walter.
Why the hell did he have to be there?