Short Stories Inspired by Songs. (On Hold)

Broken Cowboy.

Part 1.

No sounds around him but the clicking of his spurs, he walked slowly in no direction in particular, he just had to get away and the deserts heat was his only companion. One step at a time he strolled and with every stride, further lost in his thoughts he got. Hot wind caressed his skin, it felt like the hot breath of a whore he laid in bed with, once. In the horizon was nothing but sand and brick colored mountains. Was he expecting more, probably, but luck was not on his side, today.

His brown leather pants were sticking to his flesh like piranhas to a prey. His dark boots match the leather vest he wore button-up with a faded cream shirt. His short black hair hidden, his eyes were covered by a shadow and both by the same perpetrator, his black cowboy hat. His only visible feature, his scrumptious naturally light pink lips and his 5 o’clock stubble.

He lifted his head to look ahead, their stood a tree, yes a tree. In the middle of the desert, it made no sense to him, it was a welcome gesture, by god? “Ha…” He thought.

It didn’t matter where it came from, or who placed it there, it was welcomed. The sunrays at midday were a scorching one hundred and five, but under the trees reflecting silhouette was one hundred and two. It was better, much better.

“…or was it? The sarcastic voice in his head said, he simply laughed.

He stood against the massive Honey Mesquite, his chin placed against his chest, his knee bended and his foot hoisted up against the trunk. He brought down his hat covering the rest of his face. More thoughts crept into him, but there were no invitations sent out for them nor did he want to receive unwelcome RSVPS of the happenings of the night before, but memories still invited him wholeheartedly or his whole brain per say. Did he do the right thing, did he leave at the right moment, was she truly safe without him, who knows. He certainly did not.

“Turn back.” That voice said to him again. That voice was sounding more and more familiar.

Love her he did, so why did he leave. It was better this way, she would make her parents happy, by marring the town Doctor, Dr. Amador and not a Wanted Man.

Wasn’t it her decision to make, didn’t she have a say, no she did not. Not in these parts or in these times, she was a woman and nothing more. But not to him, she was more, not just any woman, she was his soul mate, he could feel it in his bones, in his skin, in his soul.

He had to go, to protect her. His heart hurts for her, as he remembers her soft white skin, her dark brown eyes that pierced his soul every time he looked into them. The cascade of her dark brown hair, was soft in his palms. Her breast like no other he has encountered, because their were many, she was nothing like the others. From in, out and every corner of her, she was his to love, his to make scream in complete blissful agony. And it was all a secret, well in the beginning.

She is the daughter of the towns governor, Governor Spencer.

He was once a respected rich man, he lost everything, now known as the towns Vigilante. A Vigilante, a good thing, yes, but he was after all the corrupted law-men. Not so loved like Batman, for certain.

She is the towns rich girl, and loved by all and wanted by every man, but she only wanted him, Marshall Tex.

He is wanted by every law enforcer, including the Governor, Ruby-Mae Spencer father.

Governor Spencer did not like Marshall, not only because he took his daughters innocence. But because Mr. Tex knew all his bad doings. Governor Spencer is a second class murderer(because he could not do it him self) he sent out his best man to do his dirty work(the town sheriff). His best duties was being banker and a (he was good with numbers) first class thief. And Marshall Tex called him on all of it, but Marshall was just one man, what could he do.