The Distorted Trail (4)

Tex responded to my request.   “Not at all Mr. Patterson.” “Come on over here___” She blurted her name out “Nancy.” “Nancy, come right here.”  Wrapping my arm around her shoulder, drawing here close to me. She had to be at least five foot eight, standing six foot myself, her head at my shoulders. Smiling, always … More The Distorted Trail (4)