Nyghtcaller
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David Stone dumped the last bucket of horse feed into the flat back bucket hanging against the stall wall. He had brought all seven of his horses in that night as the weather was supposed to turn bad. He didn't want them out as the summer was prone to some nasty thunderstorms with high winds and plenty of lightening. The weather man had predicted just such a event for tonight.
David made his way to the small ranch house he called home and headed for the shower. It was almost time for him to head to "TThe Watering Hole" called simply "The Hole" by the locals. Tonight was Friday night and that meant Ms. Mary would be cooking her famous chicken and biscuits. The Hole served as the towns nicest bar out of the grand total of three bars. It also had a restaurant with an excellent cook who's husband also owned the place. David looked at his reflection in the mirror and traced his finger over the small scar on his chin he had as a reminder of two tours of duty in Afghanistan. He was a handsome man though in a rugged outdoors kind of way. He looked like a man that could take care of himself and one most people didn't want to cross. But he also had a soft side a kindness and honesty that came from somewhere deep down inside of him.
David dressed and headed out the door his stomach rumbling in anticipation of the meal waiting on him. He made his way through the small town of about 20,000 though the population swelled to twice that during the summer due to hunters, fishermen, and people just looking to get away from the hectic life of the big city. The pristine forests, crystal clear lakes and hundreds of miles of hiking trails drew them like moths to a flame. This was set to a backdrop of beautiful mountains filled with wild life.
The parking lot of The Hole was full and David pulled his jeep up on the grass beside the lot. He could already smell the please aroma coming from the kitchen and he quickened his pace.
He quietly slipped into the establishment and found a seat near the end of the bar hopefully where he would be left alone. Don the bar owner greater him and yelled back to the kitchen, "David us here." That was all it took as Mrs Mary knew exactly what that meant and began preparing him a plate. A second later and a cold Coors appeared in front of him.
David settled back and began to survey the place seeing numerous locals and a few faces he assumed were tourists.
David made his way to the small ranch house he called home and headed for the shower. It was almost time for him to head to "TThe Watering Hole" called simply "The Hole" by the locals. Tonight was Friday night and that meant Ms. Mary would be cooking her famous chicken and biscuits. The Hole served as the towns nicest bar out of the grand total of three bars. It also had a restaurant with an excellent cook who's husband also owned the place. David looked at his reflection in the mirror and traced his finger over the small scar on his chin he had as a reminder of two tours of duty in Afghanistan. He was a handsome man though in a rugged outdoors kind of way. He looked like a man that could take care of himself and one most people didn't want to cross. But he also had a soft side a kindness and honesty that came from somewhere deep down inside of him.
David dressed and headed out the door his stomach rumbling in anticipation of the meal waiting on him. He made his way through the small town of about 20,000 though the population swelled to twice that during the summer due to hunters, fishermen, and people just looking to get away from the hectic life of the big city. The pristine forests, crystal clear lakes and hundreds of miles of hiking trails drew them like moths to a flame. This was set to a backdrop of beautiful mountains filled with wild life.
The parking lot of The Hole was full and David pulled his jeep up on the grass beside the lot. He could already smell the please aroma coming from the kitchen and he quickened his pace.
He quietly slipped into the establishment and found a seat near the end of the bar hopefully where he would be left alone. Don the bar owner greater him and yelled back to the kitchen, "David us here." That was all it took as Mrs Mary knew exactly what that meant and began preparing him a plate. A second later and a cold Coors appeared in front of him.
David settled back and began to survey the place seeing numerous locals and a few faces he assumed were tourists.