Tumbleweeds. (Part 1, page 2 of 11)


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Part 1

If I love one, I keep one. That’s my first rule. And if I leave her, I come back to her. That’s my second rule, but I’m not sayin’ all the girls are the same that way either. I know a lot of them are like tumbleweeds. They roll around until they bump into something and then leave after they’re tossed back into the street.

Yep. Tumbleweeds.

I was watching this one gal. She was real quiet. Didn’t to hardly anybody. She was part Indian or somethin’ because she had real nice cheek bones, long dark silky hair and deep brown eyes. She kinda’ innocent, almost to innocent to be in saloon with a bunch of yahoos that were so snockered up they didn’t even know their own names. She seemed new to this kinda’ thing. That’s what I’m sayin by her being innocent. Like she never been in a saloon before, maybe never been out of her house. Her clothes were torn and dirty, but she was so pretty it didn’t matter.

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