600 miles to the rio grande

ty flugal just may be the best coach hand in all the 24 states. "damned yer' eyes ya tethered nillysnicker" ty yelled at the lead horse as he cracked his weathered coach whip. it was almost mid day and the sun beat down on the creaking stagecoach carrying mrs. finny and her precious cargo. "how much further to the rio grande senior renaldo?" mrs. finny shouted over the thundering noise of the horses. "i recon 'bout 'nother 600 miles ma'am!" i announced without looking down. i didn't have the heart to tell mrs. finny and ty, but we were heading in the wrong direction and had been for days. "cut! That’s a wrap everybody" john called to the set. i climbed down from the dusty stagecoach and helped linda out of the cab, "you were fantastic baby." i said with a smile. "you can drop the cowboy accent now bill." linda said coldly, "and you might as well know, i'm fucking your brother."

4 comments:

Akh said...

holy crap! that was messed up! now thats an ending!! LoL

Lizabeth said...

how naughty... i love it

finnegan said...

Ya'll got 'nuther one of them bruthers ta spaire? Ahm mahtee lone-sum.

lee said...

I liked that short story. Funny at the end when the woman reveals that's she going with his brother. You should do a book compiling all these stories and novels together.