She said somehow quietly amidst the roar of jet engines and shouts. Her eyes found the floor instead of kissing homesoil or glancing too long. Too long we'll lock eyes, she'd told the Tough Talk women's group.
"What was it then?" He coo'd a little too loud in her ear as he snuck up behind and put his hands on her hips. She brushed him away. "This ain't no bar cowboy. Cargo duty done, we'll think about that."
He looked honestly surprised. And his buddy looked him right in the face as he wheeled a handcart over his boot toes. The young man looked down at his new steel toes and smacked buddy's shoulder lightly. "Why'd ya dirty my boots?"
"Even with only two toes in you can get distracted." He looked at the girls in rugged work gear. "I can see why you would, but," he rolled the hand dolly back over the boots. "Almost clipped dem dere knees pardner."
Nooga lifted the leaf burning ban so we had a little fire to heat up beans and rice. "Cousins brought it North," was said to a thanks.
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