Palomino Ch. 01

Just land, and God, Bill had always said.

He watched the woman probably longer than he should have. She was a nice li'l something to look at, that was for sure. He chastised himself and closed his door, looking down at Sprout who was waggling around, begging for his dinner.

"What ya think, Sprout? Think I should take 'er out tomorra'?" The dog just barked and wagged his little bobbed tail, his whole rear end waggling and Wes just chuckled. "Ya just wan' steak. I know you."