Post by Aaron David Breslaw on Mar 27, 2013 19:32:24 GMT -8
Let there be cowgirls for every cowboy
Make them strong as any man, Lordy
Something you can’t tame,
She’s a mustang
The heartbeat of the heartland
She’s got a drawl, ya'll,
Yeah, she’s the salt of the earth that rocks my world.
A drink sounded mighty fine to the twenty-three year old. He had been working all day with his horses and when he had gotten home, his two dogs were just begging for his attention. It wasn't like they were deprived of him; they went with him almost everywhere he went. Aaron was glad he didn't have a kid. He'd probably go nuts on how much they would need him constantly. Hell, he wasn't sure if he'd ever want kids. Not that he needed to worry about it right now. He didn't even have a girlfriend, not yet, anyway. There was one girl who captured his attention at the barn when he first arrived. He was secretly hoping he'd see more of her, but if he didn't that was okay too. He just wanted to go to the bar and drink a few beers and meet people from the town he had just moved to.
Aaron patted each of his dogs on the head before walking out the door to his truck. His truck. The monster he had bought and built up to his liking. It was the only child he wanted for awhile. She only really needed attention maybe once a month just for check ups. Although, she was driven daily. He climbed into the truck and fired up the engine. He loved the sound she made every time he turned the key to start her up. Aaron closed his eyes and smiled. There was no way in hell anyone could touch his truck, besides him. And the hot women who were climbing into the passenger seat so he could take them home. He backed out of his driveway and headed to west Addison to go to one of his favorite bars. Molly's Saloon. It wasn't a club like the Basement, and as much as he loved strippers, he just didn't want to deal with them tonight. He just wanted a beer. And Molly's Saloon was perfect for that.
The truck rumbled into the driveway and parked by the front of the bar. He wasn't planning on getting drunk. And if he did, he wasn't going to climb up into his truck and drive it home. He wasn't stupid. Aaron shut the monster off and slipped his keys into his pocket before he walked into the bar. Being new, he didn't recognize many people who were scattered throughout the bar. He nodded at a few who were polite enough to make notice he was here. Aaron headed over to the bar and sank down on a stool. The bartender gave him a flirty smile and leaned on the counter in front of him. 'What'll it be, darling?' she asked, flirtatiously. Aaron smiled right back at her. "Just a bud light, bottle, ma'am," he ordered.
She nodded and pulled it out of the fridge behind her. She cracked it open and slid it across the counter for him. "Thank yah, ma'am," he said, his southern accent sliding across his lips. He pulled out a few bills and left it on the counter for the bartender. He turned around, facing away from the bar and drank his beer. The bar wasn't very busy, but he hadn't expected it to be. It was his place to be. A few people were huddled in booths around the restaurant, talking loudly about stupid things. Aaron blocked them out, leaning back on the counter. He drank his beer, but most of the time it sat in the palm of his hand, rested on his thigh.
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lyrics; let there be cowgirls by chris cagle
truck; 2011 Ford F250
