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Sep
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Michael Stang returns with his second entry into our contest You Didn’t Write That.
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Here is
West of L’amour
By
Michael Stang
I in my wildest dreams I never thought she would come back. For all of Jill’s lavish cutting ways, her taunts at my foolishness, and I knew she was gone, here she was coming through the doorway. Nothing’s free Jack, you will rue the day.
As I live and breathe, you look better each time I see you. Stick it pal. Let’s get on with it. I immediately went to open the safe and pulled the documents onto the desk. Jill came around behind me and leaned over my shoulder. Her camp’s smoky scent lingered where she stood; a right breast braised my left shoulder as if she was aware, where we touched liquefied like a fourth dimension, fueling out of control. I was glad for the pain of the freight train-headache coming on to keep me in focus.
Forty-thousand acres aired, waiting under a blazed western sky. Ranch hands, with little nothing to do but shade in barns, spent time idle and drunk. The earth held its breath.
You didn’t write that, did you? Nope, your dad did. We sign it we own it.
loved the story, Mike. Thanks for your kind comments : ) Jack Horne
Thanks Jack.
yeah, but apparently he was jillted
Yeah, Jill had a knack of where to point.
As always, enjoyed your story-telling…. especially your “frieght train headache”,,,, Thanks Michael.
It’s okay. The ache went away, locked in the safe with the now signed docs. As to the fourth dimension…another tale. You’re kind.
Ah, dad to the rescue. Very clever.
Yeah, pretty quick huh? This could have used some room. Thanks for your comment.
I love your stories out of the West (as well as out of the South, North and East)!
Thanks Sal, can’t defy the compass.
Oh my…have you been talking with Cowboy? Mike I’m flying with this story…the intensity, the lust…ok can’t get past that…you are so damn good! I hear Darla whispering again….
Don’t take your guns to town, boy…leave you guns at home, Darla…don’t take your guns to town.
Very smoky! what a skillful scenario, replete with innuendo, savors, and smexy smokiness. yummy:)