They seemed like acquaintances, each needing something from each other. She needed someone to hear her as she spoke of her middle age life as a mother and proud accomplishments of her middle school daughter. He was younger than her and he listened. But it seemed like he wanted to sell her something, although he never revealed what that was.
The myth of the cowboy holds strong for me. The Lone Ranger, Rifleman, Clint Eastwood, John Wayne and shooting at a tin can in the desert as a young boy.
2 comments:
Wait-- I heard this story before... Nice cowboys... the form of their heads sneaks out at you. eeirie
I MUST make time to come back and read and look more! Your blog draws me in to read more....very intriguing....and great sketches.
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