Jan 28 2009
Dancing Lady
He walked out of the shadows, Stetson pulled low over his eyes.
“What a swagger,” Betsy moaned to Isabel.
They both followed his every move while he crossed to the stables. Once there, he started a serious- looking conversation with Duke, his body getting tenser by the moment. Duke seemed to be loosing his temper rather quickly himself.
The girls wondered what all the fuss was about. They hadn’t seen Duke this riled up in a long time; not sense the sheriff found his still up on Rock Mountain last spring. That caused a ruckus the whole town won’t soon forget. Everyone missed the moonshine.
“I wonder what all the commotion is about?” Betsy asked.
“Duke probably stiffed him on some shine,” Isabel replied. “You know he got his new still up and running last month. I hear he’s charging more to make up for lost time.”
“I don’t think Duke would be dumb enough to stiff this guy, he’s big. Sure wish we were close enough to hear what’s going on.”
“Let’s sneak closer then,” Isabel whispered. “We can go over there behind the barn. We should be able to hear them from there.”
Betsy eyed the distance to the barn skeptically. They had to go a good fifty feet at least, part of it out in the open. “They’ll see us, Isabel,” she whispered back.
“No they won’t. They’re too busy arguing to pay attention to anything else.”
Betsy thought about it for a few more minutes. Finally, curiosity got the better of her. “Ok, let’s do it. But we gotta hurry! I don’t want to get caught.”
