Rise of Roxy Ch 08
Roxy waiting with her overnight bag packed for two nights away, imaging Shaun would arrive in a red Ford 1-ton truck and pulling on the brim of a black Stetson as he saw her. Almost right. He arrived in a metallic blue truckie thing he called a regular cab 1500 Silverado. He wore black jeans, black embroidered shirt, black boots and black Stetson. Oh god. Had he ever been on a ranch? ‘God look at you,’ he said, frantically pushing at his mustache. Perhaps the hair rose outwards when he was...