Slim Randles' Home Country
Spring: a time to pause and enjoy,
and a brief reality check
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[April 14, 2007]
It was one of those evenings that makes you glad there's
an April. Bob Milford parked his truck in front of the Mule Barn
truck stop, then changed his mind and drove the few blocks into town
and parked in front of Sarah's Read Me Now bookstore and got out. |
The air was sweet like wine, warm and flowing over his body. The
calves out on the Diamond W were healthy and frolicking all over the
place, and there had only been three difficult births where he'd had
to pull the calves, and those were from first-calf heifers, so it
was to be expected. And he decided what he needed was to see how
the rest of the world was waking up to spring, so he drove in from
the ranch for the evening. Sarah was just locking up and visited
with Bob for a few minutes before heading home for supper. Bob
leaned against the wall and kept his eye on the square across the
street. Two kids were playing with the cannon, shooting invisible
invaders and making the world safe for suppertime in a small
American town.
Dud Campbell and his girlfriend, Anita, were walking across the
square, not talking, but just being with each other. Their hands
were touching, but there was more there. They were touching each
other in a silent way, sharing love and promises silently. Across
the way, Doc and Mrs. Doc stood together, looking in the window of
the now-closed hardware store. They looked tired tonight, Bob
thought. Neither was that young anymore.
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Seeing these two couples made Bob a little sorry he wasn't
married, but he'd tried that once and it hadn't worked out too well.
She lived in the city now and was married to another fellow and had
three kids.
Oh, he knew it had all happened for the best. He knew it. So he
patted the cow dog in the back of his pickup and headed back down
the road to the Mule Barn. He would order the special tonight. Maybe
some pie, too.
Just the right thing for a warm April evening.
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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