Women and Wolf

You Know That Moment When... Yea That's My Life.

   Y'all know that moment when you have to convince people that the bruises on your face are from face planting into a barrel at 35 mph and not from abuse? Yes, No? Anyway, I'm not looking forward to it, that's for damn sure.
   Sighing, I step away from my mirror. My names Tyla, and I was born and raised on a ranch on the outskirts of Texas. That changed about 2 days ago though. Now I'm livin in a small town in Idaho.
Well, enough about me. I run downstairs, pulling on my boots on the way down. Grabbing the toast and glass of OJ on the counter, I stuff my mouth and kiss Mamas' cheek. My voice echoes through the house as I say goodbye.

   I slap my hat on, grabbing my bag and keys.
After tossing those in my truck, I grab the rusted grain bucket and fill it, along with the dog and cat bowls. Grabbing 2 flakes of hay, I dump both the grain and hay into Navajo, Jo for short, and Brandy, my barrel horse's feeders.
   I check their mouths for foxtails and brush them down quickly. All clear for Jo, Brandy's got a few...
"TYLA BRODY JAMES! Get your arse to school Missy."

   Sighing, I hop into my truck, and take off for this new school of mine, just waiting for the questions. The scenery is beautiful, the lush plants climbing the trunks of the oak trees, birds perched atop them. As I'm driving, I see a wounded fawn laying on the side of the road.

   I swerve and pull over, grabbing my med kit from the tack box. It looks at me, it's big chocolate brown eyes curious. I scan the injured area, it's a broken bone.

   This school doesn't know what it's in for. Me AND a fawn all in one day? Oh well. 🤷‍♀️ I load up the fawn in my passenger seat and resume my drive to school.

Now you might think, Tyla, don't you hunt? Yes, I do, but the animals' death is always painless, and I only kill it if I'm going to use it.

   I pull into a relatively close but tight parking spot near the front of the school. Scooping the fawn up in my arms, I walk into the almost silent hall. Soon as I walk in, people part ways, whispering and pointing the whole time. I finally arrive at the front desk, where I set down the fawn at my feet so the secretary won't see her.
   "Hello Ma'am! I'm Tyla, Tyla James? I'm a new student, and I was just looking to get my schedule?"
   "Oh, of course, Darlin! Coming right up!"
   Soon as I had that paper in my hand, I gently grabbed the fawn and tipped my hat to the nice, now gasping, secretary, Mrs. Lollie.
   I step out, cradling the fawn in my arms. Walking briskly to my truck, I grab my med kit and bag from my tackle box, before I notice an uglier, sluttier version of a buckle bunny resting her barely covered ass on my truck. Walking up to her, I politely ask her to get off my truck.
   "Who the fuck are you? Parking in my spot?"
   "Hon, I don't see no damn name on it. And my question to you is, who the fuck are you? The names Tyla James."
   "You don't know who I am?! You must be stupid. I'm Jessica, and My boyfriend and I rule Silver Creek High!"
   "As in that slutty cartoon chick, what's her name... Jessica Rabbit? Anyway, I asked you to get off my truck. But ya didn't, did ya." I grab her by the heel of her stiletto and yank her off the hood.
   "Get outta here Buckle Bunny"
  "YOUR LUCKY MY BOYFRIENDS NOT HERE!"
   "Or what? Hun, he can't do much to me. I know what I'm doin and, this bruise wasn't from a punch, it was flying face first into a metal barrel when my horse's leg gave out."
   She stomped away, screeching when she realized I snapped off the heel off of her shoes. I chucked it into the trash, and only then did I realize we had an audience, who was now giving me a mix of applause and very loud gasps.