Wild Goose on the Fly Real? Imagined? A Tantalizing Mix of Both?
Through the window I watched them tying their horses to a hitching post .
A minute later eight or nine cowboys trooped in. In a nano second the energy in the room was pulsating with sheer maleness. My inner primitive female responded. Automatically without my command my hand surreptitiously reached up and fluffed my hair.
Trudy greeted the group carrying a full pot of coffee. She hustled over to my table and said, “Honey with only one restaurant in town folks sit down in any empty chair they can find. ”
“That’s fine,” I said smiling weakly.
“There are three seats over here, Wyatt,” said Trudy.
Three cowboys ambled over. The two younger ones immediately sat down and grabbed menus. Taking off his hat revealing dark hair streaked with grey, the third cowboy nodded and said, “Ma’am” before he sat down.
Ma’am—I hate being called Ma’am. But his Ma’am came out soft and smooth like hot taffy.
Trudy poured steaming coffee into the mugs sitting on the table. ” You hombres mind your manners here. This here is a city gal, who isn’t use to your kind of shenanigans and mouthiness. Not talking to you, Wyatt, just these two.”
Wyatt said, “I’ll use my mama manners. I wouldn’t want to offend the delicate sensibilities of the little lady.”
“Little Lady? Aren’t you putting the jam on the biscuit a bit thick? This isn’t a John Wayne movie.” Did I just say what I thought I said?
“Aaah her whip has snap to it. I like it,” he said laughing. I noticed a single dimple nestled in the creases of one side of his face. He began perusing the menu.
“Have you ordered?” he said looking up.
Holy moley his eyes were the color of dark chocolate truffles. A voice like hot taffy and eyes like chocolate truffles, what’s next his body reminds me of the Gingerbread Man. Noooo, I am sure his body is like rock candy mountain. Snap out of it woman. Aren’t you a little old to be playing adult candy land? A part of me whispered back, no.
“There is no right or wrong answer,” he said.
“I asked if you had ordered yet and you were taking an inordinately long time to answer.”
“I was?” I replied. I took a sip of my coffee to at least give the impression of being normal despite the fact I felt I had as much control over myself as a pat of butter on a hot grill.
“Still thinking about your answer?” he said leaning back in his chair.
“Here’s your order, honey,” Trudy said, as she sat my plate in front of me and refreshed my coffee.
“Well then my question is answered, you ordered already,” he said.
“You two boys want your regular?” They gave a thumbs up. “Wyatt, what are you having this morning?”
“Well I think an order of those apple sausage pancakes have my name on it. Plus two eggs over easy.”
“You got it,” said Trudy.
Wyatt started talking stock prices with the other two, as I ate my heavenly cowboy biscuits and eggs and sneaked looks at Wyatt. What was my problem? This behavior was not me. Not me at all. Did I eat something at Lumina’s which rewired my personality circuits?
I noticed a fine stubble of beard on his face. That cinched it, the Gingerbread Man doesn’t have stubble. The same hand that had fluffed my hair reached out to touch the stubble. When I realized what the hand was doing, I snatched it back with a jerk knocking over the catsup, which hit the saucer of sugar cubes and sent them skittering over the table top like water bugs on the surface of a pond.
Thankfully Trudy arrived with three plates of food and attention was immediately diverted from me. As a precaution I shoved my errant bad girl hand into my jeans pocket with an admonishment to cut it out NOW.
Mosey on over via above link to Chocolate Moosey ( lots of mooseys in Montana, but you have to link up to the CHOCOLATE one in Pittsburg) for this out of sight pancake and syrup recipe.