"WOODEN HAWK", a Free Online Romance Short Love Story by Trinity Moon

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 “Ya didn’t rupture yourself, did ya, Virgil?” Hank inquired, removing his weathered cowboy hat and scratching the top of his head in the process.

Old Buck had sure thrown Virgil for a loop. And if Virgil had mortally wounded himself, the bossman Hawk wasn’t going to be pleased. They were already short-handed at the ranch.

Virgil huffed and puffed like an exhausted big bad wolf as he tried to collect himself, still sprawled-out on the raw earth, his mouth fighting the small dust storm as he gazed at his cohort who was currently scratching his sparsely-covered head.

And Hank didn’t scratch his head like a normal person, rather with his hand positioned like a hooded-cobra over his head, his fingertips working the scalp.

“Nah, nothing important damaged,” he finally assured the inquisitive Hank, spitting to one side to remove as much of the dirt as possible from his mouth. Tasted foul too, like his third wife’s cooking. No doubt, that spill had been one dusty thunderclap.

“That horse is a devil rider. Ain’t gonna be easy to break him. Has the attitude of a difficult woman.”

“Yep; I agree,” Virgil told him. “He’s a heifer-hag alright.”

“Looks like he may break us fore it’s all over. Say….you think we can trick Johnny into breaking ‘em?”

“Nah, that’s a dumb idea,” Virgil assured, rising from the ground as he accepted Hank’s gloved hand. “If Hawk found out, he’d do worse than Old Buck could to us.”

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