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charming that she had three husbands and too many boyfriends to count before she died in a car wreck at the age of thirty-seven.
She filled her mouth with the cereal and looked at the leprechaun on the front of the box as she chewed. Suddenly the critter had Jarod's face. She moaned. She had to get him out of her mind or else he was going to drive her crazy as an outhouse rat.
Chapter 4
The wind blows constantly in Texas. Cold wind in the winter months, warm breezes in the spring, and then June comes and it feels like it's coming straight out of a bake oven with the temperature going from hot to hotter to hottest as July passes a day at a time.
Daisy slathered sunblock all over her pale skin, donned as few clothes as possible, and fired up the lawn mower. The backyard wasn't very big, but by the time she finished mowing the temperature had raised in direct proportion to how sweaty she'd gotten. She put the mower back into the garage, wiping at her forehead with a bandana she'd tucked into the back pocket of a pair of cutoff jeans. She sat down on the small back porch shaded by one lonesome old scrub oak tree and fanned herself with the damp bandana. A tall glass of sweet tea sounded wonderful but she'd have to make a pitcher.
The cell phone in her pocket began to vibrate and she fished it out.
"Hello."
"Miz Daisy, Runt is down and havin' trouble gettin' the baby out. Momma said to call you."
Daisy recognized the voice immediately. It was Tommy Joe Horton and Runt was his show goat for the 4-H club.
"You reckon I need to come out there and help?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am. Wait a minute. Momma is hollerin'. She says that Runt has got the baby out now and it's breathin'. Thanks, Miz Daisy. I knew things would be all right if I talked to you."
"You are very welcome, Tommy Joe. Take care of the new baby."
"I will."
She shoved the phone into her pocket and leaned her head back against the porch post. A coyote howled out in the woods beyond the area she mowed. Hounds bayed to the north. Before she could figure out if the hounds were actually chasing the coyote, another noise obliterated everything.
It sounded like a thresher coming up the road but it was too early for wheat harvest. When the thing turned off the highway and into the Honky Tonk parking lot, she stood up and peeked around the end of the building. She shaded her eyes with the back of her hand and watched an old Ford pickup rumble right up to the back porch.
She was already headed for the door to get her black bag when Chigger crawled out of the passenger seat and yelled, "Hey, Daisy!"
"Good grief!" She stopped and looked again. Surely there weren't two identical trucks in Palo Pinto County running on rust, dirt, and prayers.
Chigger crawled out of the passenger side of the truck. "What're you doin'?"
"You buy that truck from Henry Green?" Daisy asked.
"Yep, I did," Jim Bob yelled from the driver's window. The truck had been white at one time but now it was covered with rust spots. The front bumper had long since fallen off and the tailgate was gone. "It's my new fishin' wagon."
Chigger winked. "Cute, ain't it? We come to take you fishin' with us. We got beer and pop and bologna sandwiches."
Chigger wore jean shorts cut off so short the pockets hung below the denim, a pink tank top, and her signature pink cowboy boots.
"It's too damn hot to fish. And why'd Henry sell his truck?"
"Cause he bought a newer one," Jim Bob said.
"It's not too hot where we're goin'." Chigger stuck a cigarette in her mouth and cupped one hand around the lighter to keep the wind from blowing out the flame.
"You goin' to be fishin' under air conditioning?" Daisy asked.
Chigger took a deep drag. "No, but there's shade trees all around the pond and Jim Bob says if we catch anything he'll cook them for supper and catfish is my
She filled her mouth with the cereal and looked at the leprechaun on the front of the box as she chewed. Suddenly the critter had Jarod's face. She moaned. She had to get him out of her mind or else he was going to drive her crazy as an outhouse rat.
Chapter 4
The wind blows constantly in Texas. Cold wind in the winter months, warm breezes in the spring, and then June comes and it feels like it's coming straight out of a bake oven with the temperature going from hot to hotter to hottest as July passes a day at a time.
Daisy slathered sunblock all over her pale skin, donned as few clothes as possible, and fired up the lawn mower. The backyard wasn't very big, but by the time she finished mowing the temperature had raised in direct proportion to how sweaty she'd gotten. She put the mower back into the garage, wiping at her forehead with a bandana she'd tucked into the back pocket of a pair of cutoff jeans. She sat down on the small back porch shaded by one lonesome old scrub oak tree and fanned herself with the damp bandana. A tall glass of sweet tea sounded wonderful but she'd have to make a pitcher.
The cell phone in her pocket began to vibrate and she fished it out.
"Hello."
"Miz Daisy, Runt is down and havin' trouble gettin' the baby out. Momma said to call you."
Daisy recognized the voice immediately. It was Tommy Joe Horton and Runt was his show goat for the 4-H club.
"You reckon I need to come out there and help?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am. Wait a minute. Momma is hollerin'. She says that Runt has got the baby out now and it's breathin'. Thanks, Miz Daisy. I knew things would be all right if I talked to you."
"You are very welcome, Tommy Joe. Take care of the new baby."
"I will."
She shoved the phone into her pocket and leaned her head back against the porch post. A coyote howled out in the woods beyond the area she mowed. Hounds bayed to the north. Before she could figure out if the hounds were actually chasing the coyote, another noise obliterated everything.
It sounded like a thresher coming up the road but it was too early for wheat harvest. When the thing turned off the highway and into the Honky Tonk parking lot, she stood up and peeked around the end of the building. She shaded her eyes with the back of her hand and watched an old Ford pickup rumble right up to the back porch.
She was already headed for the door to get her black bag when Chigger crawled out of the passenger seat and yelled, "Hey, Daisy!"
"Good grief!" She stopped and looked again. Surely there weren't two identical trucks in Palo Pinto County running on rust, dirt, and prayers.
Chigger crawled out of the passenger side of the truck. "What're you doin'?"
"You buy that truck from Henry Green?" Daisy asked.
"Yep, I did," Jim Bob yelled from the driver's window. The truck had been white at one time but now it was covered with rust spots. The front bumper had long since fallen off and the tailgate was gone. "It's my new fishin' wagon."
Chigger winked. "Cute, ain't it? We come to take you fishin' with us. We got beer and pop and bologna sandwiches."
Chigger wore jean shorts cut off so short the pockets hung below the denim, a pink tank top, and her signature pink cowboy boots.
"It's too damn hot to fish. And why'd Henry sell his truck?"
"Cause he bought a newer one," Jim Bob said.
"It's not too hot where we're goin'." Chigger stuck a cigarette in her mouth and cupped one hand around the lighter to keep the wind from blowing out the flame.
"You goin' to be fishin' under air conditioning?" Daisy asked.
Chigger took a deep drag. "No, but there's shade trees all around the pond and Jim Bob says if we catch anything he'll cook them for supper and catfish is my
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