Thursday, September 13, 2012
Thursday Tales: More of A Handsome Cowboy
Today's tale is a continuation of A Handsome Cowboy
The evening's fire crackled under his expert hands.
"So, how does this usually work, Adam?" We'd introduced ourselves on the afternoon's ride across the meadow. "You swoop in on damsels in distressing cattle stampedes, swoop them off their feet, make them fall in love with you and live happily ever after?"
"Well, what do you expect? You make them think you're in love with them and then -- BAM-- nothing. Do they even know that they're in a book?"
"Not usually. Most of them think they're in a dream."
"Well, I think that's terrible," I lectured. "Getting a girl's hopes up about a handsome cowboy being in love with her and then breaking her heart. You should be ashamed of yourself." The wind whipped across the plain and I moved closer to the fire, wrapping my arms around myself.
Adam shrugged. "It's just a job, Sara. It was romance hero or pig farmer. Here." I looked up to see him holding his shirt out to me. "Put it on, you're cold."
I stared. "And you're..." Beautiful.
His eyes crinkled up at the corners. "Tall, handsome, broad shoulders, a torso that tapers down into slim hips, tan, six-packed, virile?"
"Well, I would have added 'enough chest hair to be salivatingly manly but not so much as to be gorilla-like,' but you're amazingly close. How'd you do that?"
"It's in my character bio." He laid himself on the ground and put his hands behind his head, gazing into the sky. "Go to sleep, Sara. We have a long ride tomorrow if we're going to get you to Authors Village."
I did the same. In the quiet of the meadow, underneath the millions of stars, it was easy to slowly slip into sleep. But before I did, I heard Adam murmur, "It isn't always stampedes. Sometimes it's bandits."
I smiled and dreamed of bandits, pretty cowboys, and kisses.