Sinistre

"e;I was loadin' the buggy up when she rode into town on that big bay of hers. I stopped my work and, briefly lifting my hat, wiping the sweat from my brow and shielding my eyes from the sun, watched her as she rode down the town's dusty street. Lounging in the saddle after days on the trail, with dust spattered down her full length coat, she was an image that burned into my eyeballs.Folk hereabou...