chapter:1
Frank's weekend of fun
Sitting on his quiet little ranch Frank Hopkins is lonely.Ever since Hidalgo left hes had a little hole in his heart but perhaps it had allways been there.No family,no friends,no nothing.The season was getting high and Frank had just rounded up a winters amount of firewood and fruits and went hunting.It made him depressed and desperately exhausted to come home to an empty house.As frank started up the fire and opened up his whiskey bottle there came a knock at the door.
It was his neighbor.A wide eyed ropin' cowboy who drank too much for his own good."Good evening Mr.Hopkins,How would you like to have the time of your life."
"What in hellfire are you talking about Joe",asked Frank?"My friends set up a little weekend ranch and weve invited all the women a mile away to come",and we wanted to know if you would join us Frank"?"Now you just go on and leave me be said Frank."I dont party"!
But before Frank could walk away Joe grabbed him by the shoulder and took him out the door."Come on Frank if worse comes to worse theres lots of whiskey"Joe said with a half drunken smile."Allright,allright ill come to your party on one account,as long as you leave me the hell alone!",
Frank said with a little playful punch to Joes shoulder.And they were off!
Bachelors
They stumbled in to a corral with a bar and about 200 cowboys and women.Frank caught th scent of musk perfume and liquer.
The bar was bussling with several cowboys he knew and tons of ladies he didnt.They were tasteful women.Not boozeguzzling slums but english women.
The only actual lady Frank had met before was Lady Davenport.Frank took an open seat at the bar and ordered 2 burbans and a scotch.Just then the lights dimmed and a voice began to sing.It was the voice of a women,powerful and strong one who could sing.Frank turned to glance at the maker of the voice at the corner of the corral.And there she was.
to be continued...............
Frank's weekend of fun
Sitting on his quiet little ranch Frank Hopkins is lonely.Ever since Hidalgo left hes had a little hole in his heart but perhaps it had allways been there.No family,no friends,no nothing.The season was getting high and Frank had just rounded up a winters amount of firewood and fruits and went hunting.It made him depressed and desperately exhausted to come home to an empty house.As frank started up the fire and opened up his whiskey bottle there came a knock at the door.
It was his neighbor.A wide eyed ropin' cowboy who drank too much for his own good."Good evening Mr.Hopkins,How would you like to have the time of your life."
"What in hellfire are you talking about Joe",asked Frank?"My friends set up a little weekend ranch and weve invited all the women a mile away to come",and we wanted to know if you would join us Frank"?"Now you just go on and leave me be said Frank."I dont party"!
But before Frank could walk away Joe grabbed him by the shoulder and took him out the door."Come on Frank if worse comes to worse theres lots of whiskey"Joe said with a half drunken smile."Allright,allright ill come to your party on one account,as long as you leave me the hell alone!",
Frank said with a little playful punch to Joes shoulder.And they were off!
Bachelors
They stumbled in to a corral with a bar and about 200 cowboys and women.Frank caught th scent of musk perfume and liquer.
The bar was bussling with several cowboys he knew and tons of ladies he didnt.They were tasteful women.Not boozeguzzling slums but english women.
The only actual lady Frank had met before was Lady Davenport.Frank took an open seat at the bar and ordered 2 burbans and a scotch.Just then the lights dimmed and a voice began to sing.It was the voice of a women,powerful and strong one who could sing.Frank turned to glance at the maker of the voice at the corner of the corral.And there she was.
to be continued...............