Wild Goose On The Fly! Real? Imagined? A Tantalizing Mix of Both?
Glancing over at the three cowboys with their furrowed brows, it looked like they were taking a make or break final exam in Breakfast 101.
Unfortunately my thoughts hadn’t taken a vow of silence. Comments flowed like a Hallelujah gusher in Oklahoma. Whoa baby, his hair is really thick. My errant hand which was still safely quarantined in my pocket, quivered at the prospect of fingers running through those thick waves. Long feathery eye lashes on a cowboy? Wasn’t the Great Spirit going over the top with putting this guy together?
Trudy popped over with the coffee pot, “Refills?” We all lifted our cups. ” Hey Wyatt, what’s with eating with one glove on and one glove off? Some kind of a new style, you trendy cowboy devil?” Trudy gave his shoulder a playful push.
“Trudy, you know it’s all your fault. Between sweet talking me with the coffee pot as soon as I walked in the door and threatening me to mind my Mama manners with the citeeeee ladeeeee, I got rattled,” Wyatt said as he pulled off the second glove.
I gaped at the gleam of gold circling his fourth finger on his left hand. Married! He’s married! Considering his age, it’s only natural he would be married. My mind sputtered. There is not one other cowboy I know of who is married, ignoring the fact my cowboy knowledge included the likes of Brett Maverick, Gary Cooper, and Clint Eastwood.
Ring the devil’s bells, I was having an affair with a married man. Okay okay—-lusting only. Lusting doesn’t count. Of course it depends on who is doing the counting. What kind of woman did that make me? No, not answering. No, no, no. Instead I was going to lock the door on that room—bedroom, be honest call what it was, a bedroom— and just walk down another corridor in my mind. Oh yeah, I’m also tossing the key out the window.
No matter, I consoled myself. Soon I will be picking up my car and leaving town, end of story. “Trudy, I’m hitting the road today. Would you please box up to go one those burgers hyped as the quintessential green chile cheeseburger for a picnic stop along the way. I can’t leave town without giving one of those my rapt attention.”
“Okay honey, I’ll add it on your bill. Nice meeting you. Come back again sometime.”
Wyatt and the two other cowboys shoved back their chairs to leave. “Travel safe, City Lady,” said Wyatt smiling flashing his dimple.
I could barely look up at him. I mumbled something and then my errant hand got lose from its pocket prison and waved a little girlish wave. Oh bloody hell.
As Wyatt was paying the bill up at the counter I heard him quietly remark to Trudy, “That’s one strange woman.”
Raggedy Andy looked up at me with expectant yearning. I noticed his eyes were chocolate brown and his hair was thick and wavy. I picked up his left paw. Nope, no ring.
Oh give it up, I told myself. That chili burger is way too big for me to eat by myself. “Hop in little guy, you can ride shot gun. ”
For the recipe and the instructions to make this mouth watering burger, ride your pony down the trail to MJ’s Kitchen. You will be glad you did.