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by Barbara Neville

Fortunately I have a hot, dry buddy to warm my bones, who I see is just pullin’ in to camp. When I can be sure it’s him, I holster my sidearm.

  “Hey, compadre!”

  “I’d have shot you if I hadn’t recognized Boot’s blaze in the firelight.”

  “I’d a’ shot back, young lady.”

  “Good thing you can’t hit the side of a barn, Michael.”

  “Hey, just ‘cause I’m swish don’t mean I can’t hit the bulls eye. In fact, it means I get more practice.”

  “At what?”

  “Hitting my target.” Michael flips his wrist and his bangs. What a partner. Well, one of us needs to be ultra-feminine, might as well be Michael, he’s a natural. He may be gay, but it don’t make him any less of a top hand. He’s all cowboy at work.

  After seeing to his horse, Michael saunters over to the fire and gets a good look at my cold, sorry, bruised up person. “What the hell happened to you? You look like a tree fell on you and knocked you in the creek. You’re shivering.

  “I’ll start a fire and heat the stew You go get those wet clothes off, find some blankets and wrap up.”

  During a celebration of life with a shot of medicinal pain killer, I tell Michael what took place with the shooters and Wolf, the amazing life saver.

  Michael informs me, “I ran into three cows and a bull just over that last ridge and run them in. Must have been the bunch you lost.”

  “Did you hear the commotion?”

  “Not a sound.”

  “You were likely singin’ one a them off tune cowboy songs and missed it all.”

  “Off tune?”

  I laugh and say, “Yep.” Actually Michael is the lead singer in a hoppin’ cowboy band. Way good singer.

  “Back to my story. Wolf is big, good looking and does a first class job of painting a pony. Tight little ass on him too.”

  “Oh sweetie, that means he’s gotta be married. What man can paint a pony up real pretty and not have been caught by a woman?”

  “Is everyone I know a smartass?”

  “Pretty much, girlfriend. Have yourself some stew.”

  After a bowl or three of stew, and a few more medically indicated shots, we curl into our bedrolls. We are heated by the coals. I am mostly dry and starting to warm up some. We snuggle up in our fire warmed lean-to for the duration.

  5 Mañana

 

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