Cassidy's POV:
I leaned my chair back watching him trying to get behind my steering wheel. Moving my seat back to fit his long legs, it was like watching a shrine get in a shrine car. I giggled when his knees were still touching the steering column. "This is why I drive trucks," he says.
"I don't know it kinda suits ya, plus you'll be able ta see if anyone runs out in front," I laugh out.
A smile sprawls across his face an he turns his head ta look out the window. "Yer not gonna let that go, are ya," he asked.
"Hmhm, depends," I say.
"On what," he asks.
"Mmmm, tha company I'm with," I answered.
His smile got bigger and I put a song on. Hell on heels by Pistol Annies, I sang it with them knowing he loved it last time. After today I really didn't care what anyone thought, I was done givin a shit. My mom could shove it, and so could anyone else in town.
He pulled into the gas station on the outskirts, and parked. "I'll be right back, just grabbin smokes," he said.
"Oh that's a good idea," I said an opened the ashtray.
My dad, I shook my head, two hundred dollar bills, two fifty's, two twenty's, four or five ten's and a hand full of fives. "What do ya smoke," he asked.
"Cigarettellos" I said.
"Yuck," he said.
Before I could give him money, he closed the door. He walked towards the gas station and a tap sounded on my window. I looked over to see Clay standing there, so I rolled the window down. "Hello Clay," I said, trying not to roll my eyes.
"Hey Cass ya going somewhere," he asked seeing the stuff in the back seat.
"Ya, I am, I need time away," I said.
"I see, an, yer goin with someone or, just sitting in the passenger side fer map reading purposes," he asked.
Ryan walked outta the gas station walking to wards the car. "Hooo, Cassidy he's not the right guy to be hangin out with," Clay says bending over closer.
I frowned looking over at Ryan, "whys that sheriff, can't be any worse than my ex, by the way is he still livin," I asked.
"Still in the hospital and stable," he said.
"Hm, he shoulda hit em harder," I said.
Ryan reached the car an stopped seeing Clay leaning against the door on my side. He opened the drivers door and got in as best he could. Setting the smokes down in the centre console and looked over at Clay. "Evenin officer is there a problem," Ryan asked.
I looked at him his face hard and poker faced, then I looked back at Clay who's face went the same way. Talk about pissing match, gees men, why are they all like this. Clay moved his tongue over his top teeth and clicked it, "nope, just havin a conversation with Cassidy," he said.
I frowned and looked back at Ryan, "well, if there's no other reason, will be going now" Ryan said as he put the car in drive
"Cassidy call me if ya need anything ok," Clay stated.
"She'll be fine deputy," Ryan said in a growling manor.
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Blazing Gun Book 1 of series (Unedited)
RomanceCassidy Jenson's a cowgirl at heart and life, she grew up in the town of Bozeman, Montana. Her parents were part of the church community, as well as her father a rancher Long horns his specialty. Her mother a typical ranchers church wife, small town...