The Rugged Cowboy
Marcus was what you may describe as a ruggedly handsome man. The first thing you woud notice about him was his hands, for they looked like a workman's hands. He was best described as a man for all seasons, a jack of all trades, for he had tried his hands at everything, from big game fishing to cattle rearing, and even been a big hit at some of the speakeasies with his flair for playing the blues harp like Sonny Boy Williamson blaring, " I am a lonely man". He was always to be found after work messing around with them country women or playing cards with the guys, a regular all around fun guy.
He had just finished work at the stables and decided to head for a beer at the local tavern. He barged his way in and butt-slapping the barmaid Jillian playfully asked her for a mug of beer. The heat had made him thirsty and he gulped a big shot down the moment he got his hands on the mug of beer.
Hey Marcus? How are your horses. Have you been taking them out lately, a voice called out from end of the bar stools. It was Joe's the guy who owned the local bakery.
Something's just not right with them. They have been acting up lately. I dont know what to make of it. I will sleep over it I guess, Marcus said loudly to be heard over the din in the bar.
It must be the weather, they say that heat can sometimes go to their heads. You should try putting some cooling pads and may be ventilating the place with some fans, shouted another voice from behind the taps. It was the barfly's Sean's and as usual he was nursing his beer mug close to the taps.
Thats a good idea. I am done with this beer. I will head to the stables and put the cooling pads. I have some in the warehouse, said Marcus and took his leave from the tavern.
He had just finished work at the stables and decided to head for a beer at the local tavern. He barged his way in and butt-slapping the barmaid Jillian playfully asked her for a mug of beer. The heat had made him thirsty and he gulped a big shot down the moment he got his hands on the mug of beer.
Hey Marcus? How are your horses. Have you been taking them out lately, a voice called out from end of the bar stools. It was Joe's the guy who owned the local bakery.
Something's just not right with them. They have been acting up lately. I dont know what to make of it. I will sleep over it I guess, Marcus said loudly to be heard over the din in the bar.
It must be the weather, they say that heat can sometimes go to their heads. You should try putting some cooling pads and may be ventilating the place with some fans, shouted another voice from behind the taps. It was the barfly's Sean's and as usual he was nursing his beer mug close to the taps.
Thats a good idea. I am done with this beer. I will head to the stables and put the cooling pads. I have some in the warehouse, said Marcus and took his leave from the tavern.
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