January 9, 2012

Cowboy in the Rain

She watched the cowboy try to keep his balance in the pouring rain, but whatever his drink of choice had been, was winning. “I’m only offering you my couch. You’re drunk Mr. Bloodstone, you shouldn’t be out in this weather.” She said.

She watched him hesitate for a moment then nod and stumble past her into the house. She closed the front door and turned towards him as he fought to keep his balance. She could smell whiskey and wondered if he’d drowned himself in it more than he drank. She let out a heavy sigh and gestured a hand towards the couch. Maybe by morning she could talk him into helping her, but right now he was in no state to do anything. “Get some rest Mr. Bloodstone.”