Welcome! Today I have Kathleen Ball as a guest on my blog for her Tuesday Tales as her blog is out of commission. Here she is: I'm writing another installment of the story WISHING ON A COWBOY. The word prompt this week for Tuesday Tales is Spider.
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Hunter’s
heart broke for her. Her pain was written in her expression and he wished he
could take it all away. What he wanted most was to kick her ex-boyfriend’s ass.
A nice fist to the face would feel good about now. The jerk wasn’t here but
Maggie was. Somehow he’d have to get through to her.
“Sweetheart,
I don’t care what he said to you. None of it is true. Hell I polish silver all
the time and it always comes out gleaming. It’s all in the care you take. Maybe
you do have reason to feel like a nobody. It seems to me that he did a good job
in making you believe it. None of its true. You are someone to me. To me you
are beautiful and smart. Any man would be privileged to have you in their
life.”
Maggie
shook her head in denial. She sniffled and tried to give him a smile. “You’re just
trying to cheer me up. I know men don’t like for a woman to cry. I’m trying not
to.”
“Did
he tell you that you’re not supposed to cry? Hell, everyone cries at some
point. Sounds to me like you had more reason to cry than most. Your tears don’t
bother me, sweetheart. Cry if it makes you feel better.” He lifted her in his
arms and sat her on his lap. “Go ahead and cry it out, Maggie.”
She
stiffened in his arms and hesitated. Slowly, she laid her head on his shoulder.
Finally, she began to sob.
Hunter
put his arms around her and rode out the storm with her. He stroked her back
and whispered what he hoped were words of encouragement. He just might have to
hunt down the son of a bitch that manhandled her.
Finally
the storm subsided. “Thank you, Hunter. You’re right I needed a good cry. Now I
have to figure out my future. I hope Rolly calls with the info on my cattle. Do
you think I should sell them? I could probably get enough to start over
somewhere.”
Her
words stung. He wanted her to stay. “You don’t need to worry about that
now.” He dumped her on the couch. “Now
scissors or clippers?”
“What
are you talking about?”
“Your
hair, darlin’. I can’t stand to look at that hack job any more. So what’ll it
be scissors or clippers?”
Maggie’s
eyes widened. “You expect me to let you cut my hair?”
“I’ve
gotten a fair amount of practice in. Cindy like for me to cut her hair. Hers
look nice doesn’t it?”
“Clippers!”
Cindy yelled from her room.
The
corners of Maggie’s mouth turned up. “Scissors it is.”
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lol, I totally snickered at the end. :D
ReplyDeleteOh what a hero that guy is, and like Fiona, I loved the ending.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweetie he is! But I'm with her, I don't know if I would have let him cut my hair! I'm with Fiona, liked the ending.
ReplyDeleteAwww, what a sweetheart. I hope he's able to help her get past what that miserable bastard...nothing heals wounds like a kind hearted yummy cowboy :)
ReplyDeleteSounds like a true hero!
ReplyDeleteShe trusts that man with scissors a hell of a lot more than I would trust my man! Fun post!
ReplyDeleteLooks like Hunter is finally coming around and Maggie also if she really trust him to cut her hair.
ReplyDeleteMaybe there's hope for them both.
its a cowboys way of pampering his gal-LOL
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading!!
I hope Hunter holds on to her. I love Hunter and Maggie! And what a great ending!
ReplyDeleteOk - that Hunter sounds like one very very nice cowboy!! Love his patience and his care for her. Although I'm not sure about the haircutting idea ....
ReplyDeleteA man wants to play with her hair.....one of my favorite things. :) Let's hope he is talented with the scissors though.
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