page53 (1/2)
The wake rolled on
The brothers slipped fro respects to a fallen sister to an outlaw’s usual acts of debauchery Ky and the psycho trio led the whoring and drinking
Taking a beer, I walked to the other side of the yard and hunkered down on the ground, leaning against a bale of hay beside the barrel fire I grabbed ers take a lyrical walk Willie Nelson’s “Blue Eyes Cryin’ in the Rain” hulazed by the orange glow of the flames, the words slipped out of my mouth
“Someday e meet up yonder
We’ll stroll hand in hand again
In land that knows no parting
Blue eyes cryin’ in the rain…”
With a final struli in a crowd, I relaxed The brothers were now clustered in sone home with their faet practice at a can perched on Pit’s head
Fuckin’ chaos
As I searched around the yard, Mae was nowhere to be seen Rider stood beside S a fkin’hair and sullen expressions But Rider’s attention was fixed fir his botto to make him act like that of late Or one person, should I say
Turningblack hair whipped in the wind ’round the side of the garage wall A second later, Mae’s blue eyes peeped around the corner, that small sweet smile on her pink lips
She’d listened to ain
But she didn’t want me to know she was there
Leaning forward, I saw Mae’s full face come into view Her sht
As she braced to run, I jerked h in her skintight, floor-length black dress and perfectly fitted leather jacket Beauty had kitted her out good With a deep breath, Mae reluctantly, cautiously, came to me
She stood aardly atwith her hands and her eyes were lowered in nerves Christ, she was stunning—all s black hair, and those huge red lips and crystal-blue eyes…
No Fuckin’ Flaws
Making sure no one was in earshot, I tapped the bale Mae, flicking her eyes in Rider’s direction, sagged her shoulders and dropped down onto the bale next to h
We sat in silence for a while, Mae looking out into the trees,to plan how I couldsuch a prick with Dyson My jaw had locked, ht I tried to calm, but shit, I was fkin’ slammed by nerves
With a heaving sigh, Mae flickered her eyes to me, then back to the fire Then she broke the aard tension
“The service today was beautiful, Styx I have not seen a funeral like that before, the words by the pastor, so considerate of who Lois was You did well inforood attributes I think I would have liked to have known her better”