cowboys

Not like the olden days, no, sitting ‘round a smoky table,holding sweat-stained cards,holding his face statue-still. No, this cowboy was scratching,scratching silver dust from a single shining card,still trying his luck. A mesh hat shaded his effort. Brown marble eyes with no white in them,searched for the easy out. His small, smooth face, beiged by filtered sun,contrasted with his arms, leather-ridged […]