The door to the Dirty Stirrup opened and Brent’s mother stepped out. “Call for you Jake,” she said. The music spilled out around her. “And for you too, Jessie. It’s long distance from England!” “Really?” Jessie sat up. “Come on, Jake!” She took his hand and pulled him into the … Read More
Jake sat on the huge wooden porch of the Dirty Stirrup bar with his boots up on a railing, drinking a beer. Jessie sat next to him with her legs tucked under her, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Are you sorry we couldn’t get married at that goldurned gorgeous … Read More
Jake and Jessie sat with their empty plates underneath the canopy. One of the maids stood in front of them and took their plates. She smiled. “Are ye done now, Sir?” She asked in a small high voice with a distinct Scottish accent. “Oh – ah – yes.” Jake handed … Read More
Mara sat next to Jake and Jessie underneath one of the large shady canopies while Brent went back for another round of beers. Mara glanced at Lady Whitworth as she sat between Bradford and Wortherington. None of them were eating. She looked around. In fact, except for her, Jake, Jessie … Read More
Lady Whitworth smiled at Lord Wortherington as their horses slowed near the intersection of two small dirt roads bordered with scrub brush and tall majestic elm and oak trees. The dogs ran out between the horses and rounded the corner to the right, barking and baying. The scent of the … Read More