Joe O'Bryan
I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, I could hear Jades mimicking footsteps right behind mine. I passed my mom on the way through and heard her murmur something along the lines of "where's the fire". When we busted through the door to my room we fell on the floor laughing hysterically. My heart was thudding through my chest, I could still see his face in my mind, perfect nose that was hugged by smooth skin covering his cheeks that were highlighted by his bright green eyes with teal and blue. His hair slightly long enough to cover his left eye. He was Beautiful.
I turned my head from the carpet to look at jade.
"I can't believe that just happened!" I rejoiced.
"I know! I know! First day of high school and you get asked out by a sophomore. I want your life. Seriously, he is the hottest guy I've ever seen I mean, did you see him score those goals. He's such a great soccer player. And his eyes, eh, so dreamy." She was reading my mind.
"So what did he say, whats his name anyway?" She continued.
" His name is Joe O'Bryan and he invited me for, a walk." I chuckled at the possibilities.
"Where at, and When? Oh come on August don't make me beg, because I will!" She pleaded sitting up. I sat up too, Indian style on my purple flower rug.
"Okay, okay. When he came up to me he asked my name and if I enjoyed my first day. I told him that it was decent, much better then middle school". I chided.
"Good answer not too ecstatic and very chill, what else?" She asked.
"Well, he just simply asked if I wanted to go for a walk with him on Friday, after school." My heart started to work in hyper speed, my adrenaline pumping. I wanted to scream out of enjoyment. I imagined his face again. The way he stared at me when he asked me to go on the walk.
"Oh my goodness, August!" She almost screamed.
"I know!" I felt like an 8 year old little girl acting like this but I couldn't help it.
"Well, we need to go shopping. I mean, what you are going to wear that day and it is a walk. Did he say what kind, like rough terrain or just sidewalk stuff? Oh and you must let me do your makeup, and your hair!" You could see her brain ticking, I'm sure she was off in girly girl land, makeup and shoes. I wasn't that completely enthralled in eye shadow and clothes, but I was very outdoorsy, so I was excited about the walk.
"Well, I don't think it matters whether or not I say yes or no, you can do whatever you want, just not heavy on the makeup, I don't want my face to weigh 20 pound afterwards, and I have no idea where he's taking us to walk. It's a secret, I like it this way." I said smiling; my cheeks were starting to hurt from my constant superb mood.
"But your shoes..." She started to say.
"I'll wear something comfortable and classy, which goes with a cute outfit, no problem at all."I reasoned. She stared at me satisfied, then her face became shocked with a grimace.
"Shoot! I have volleyball practice! Ah, crap, I'll call you later August" She screamed from halfway down the stairs. I heard the door slam. I lived about 25 seconds down the street from Tunkhannock High, so if she ran she would get a warm up jog at least.
I laid my head back down on the rug and rolled to my stomach so I was laying flat. I couldn't stop seeing his face in my head. It was like I knew him from somewhere, like I have known him my whole life or something. Wow, I can't believe this had happened to me on the first day of my high school, things like this don't happen. What if I was wrong about this feeling? What if he turns out to be a jerk? The kind of guy that only wants one thing and when he doesn't, or when he does get it he drops you like a hot potato. I'll just have to guard my heart then. I'm not a fool. I've been thinking about all the good things that could happen when it didn't appear that something awful could happen with this boy. Maybe, it was too soon to ask me. I don't even think he knows my name.
I was starting to panic with my internal banter.
I got up from the floor with a heavy feeling in my chest replacing the butterflies and giggles. I went to my bed and I grabbed my Journal. It was old and tattered. I write constantly so I'm surprised it's not in worse condition. I walked down the stairs and skipped through the house to the backyard. My mother's garden wasn't bright and beautiful like it was earlier in the spring. The warmth of the summer had made the lilies irises, and tulips wilt and discolor with season. The only true flower, the Sunflower, still stood in its bright buttery yellow, and black as night middle . Dozens of them were scattered throughout the backyard, precariously put in specific places by my mother and her handy work. My usual chair was in the deepest corner, completely surrounded in a medium sized U shape of flowers and a small little tree that sprouted little light lavender flowers every spring that lasted the entire summer; I couldn't remember the name of it. We didn't have back neighbors because it was nothing but woods behind our house, I did not mind, more privacy.
I unwound the leather strap on my journal, and found my last writings, dated yesterday. I was so anxious about today, first day of high school, so many possibilities.
I always wrote like I was writing to another person, and I knew for sure that the only person who would read this was myself, and God. So I suppose I wrote it like I was writing to him.
I opened to the next clean page and sighed. I began.
Dear Journal, August, 17th 2007
Well, it's just another unbelievable day. I don't even believe it.
His name is Joe O'Bryan.
He asked me to go for a walk today, to nowhere in specific. But is it a con, a joke. Just some bet or challenge from his friends or is this actually from his heart. I'm having a hard time believing that its real, but I know deep inside I wasn't dreaming. What do I do? How will I know that everything he says or does isn't just an act? Or what if he doesn't even want to walk with me, what if he doesn't show up? Will he ditch me? Now I'm worried. I might just be fooling myself; he doesn't really want anything to do with me. I bet his friends just put him up to it to just play with me. I bet they're getting a good laugh now. Eh, I don't know how to feel about this anymore. I knew my mind would wrap itself around different conclusions sometime today. Why do I even think, sometimes I'm certain that I think more than any other person on this planet. If I could put all of my thoughts on paper, like I kind of do now but, literally ALL of them, they would be endless. That's why I stayed up basically all night on Friday. I couldn't wind my mind down enough to get some sleep, but –
My thought was cut short, from my yelling mother.
"August?" She hollered.
"Yes." It came through with clinched eyes.
"I'm about to start dinner, you should come inside now and help. Oh, and your brother is home from practice, get his dirty laundry will you, and start a load." She said with a rush.
Then it hit me.
Donovan would know Joe. He would have all the dirty, low down, info- if there was any that is- that I would be looking for! Ha! There is a way!
I got up from my chair and dashed into the kitchen. My mother was turning on the stove and chopping vegetables for the salad. She gave me a look as I ran by her. It was mixed with frustration and concentration. I ran to my room and chucked my journal at my bed, I didn't linger to see if that's where it landed. I bounded back down the stairs and opened the door to the basement, or in other words my brothers living courters.
"Are you dressed?" I yelled anxiously. I heard the shower running when I came into the house earlier.
"Huh". He mumbled. I waited. The last thing I wanted to see was my brother naked.
"You dressed dufuss?" I laughed.
"Um, eh, yeah... Why?" It was muffled. He was putting a shirt on.
"Can I come down and get your laundry?" I ask starting to take the first step.
"Here ill throw it to you". I heard him heaving his load into his arms.
"No wait, I need to ask you a question". I said taking the last step.
He stood there with an overly size load of laundry in his hands. Great. He dropped it.
"Hey, what's up?" He asked genuinely unconcerned. His hair was very short for his usual style; he had a girlfriend I bet.
"Do you know anything about Joe O'Bryan?" I bit my lip. I'll admit I was scared.
"Yeah he's a sophomore, pretty decent at soccer." Always sports, figured.
"Anything else?" I asked biting my lip harder; I needed to act more relaxed he would end up assuming something and ruining my life.
"Um, well he's never been in any big trouble or anything. He moved here two summers ago, I think. All I've heard are nice things I guess. Why do you care sissy, huh, you hot for him? Ha" He bellowed as he went to his desk and turned on his laptop.
"No I talked to him today and I just wanted to find some stuff out for Jade, okay". I lied. I had to. I would never hear the end of it.
"Oh, well you can tell Jade that she can talk to me about anything, any day or night." He swiveled in his rolled chair to face his computer. I wanted to smack him. He had always had a thing for my best friend. But he was not good enough for her. Jerk. I left his laundry where it lay and went up stairs. He could do it himself.
After diner- which was shorter than normal because of the lack of conversation- I went to my room to think. Would my brother lie to me about Joe? I don't know. He's never really been big on lies since he got caught with weed in the 7th grade. My mom and dad almost killed him on multiple occasions. Those were rough times with my brother. A lot of sleepless nights knowing he was sneaking out behind my parents back doing who knows what. I was always worried that one morning he wouldn't come back.
Regardless if he was lying or not, I would expect the worst. Most likely Joe won't even show up so he wouldn't have the chance to seduce me or anything, if that was his plan. Would I let him? Never. I'm not a skank.
Jade didn't call, so I knew she must have gone home and passed out after practice. Running 5 miles a day and doing other miscellaneous activities that were meant to kill you before you were 20 would give you an incentive to hit the hay early. Today was the first day of school so I didn't have any homework. I checked my agenda twice to make sure I wasn't missing anything. I had nothing to do. It was early but I figured I would try and sleep too. I turned off my lights except for my little night light in the far corner of my room. I've never liked the dark, not since I was 5. Long story. Sleep came faster than I expected after I was finally relaxed. Last thing I saw was his face.
The next few days went by slowly.
I never realized high school could be more repetitive then middle school. It was the same thing, but more people, and a smidge more freedom, which is always good. I actually enjoyed school. I loved learning new things, and weird as it sounded I liked homework. Challenges were the appeal. But as of now my thoughts were diverted in a different direction, and the first week of school hasn't even commenced.
I ran through me and Joe's conversation a thousand times in my head this week and now that it was Friday, the thoughts intensified. I couldn't help but picture his face with the crooked smile he had worn. He was so cute.
Jade didn't help things much though.
When I woke up earlier than normal I found Jade was in my closet picking out my outfit for the day. I sat up in my bed rubbing my eyes in disbelief that she was actually there. I thought I might have still been dreaming. How in the world did she get in? Donovan.
She picked out my dark jean shorts, and my yellow blouse with a dark blue tank underneath. She did my hair down and lightly curled, at which I laughed because it would uncurl before we even got to school. Lastly, she did my make-up in earthy tones, nothing crazy. But, what made us late for first period was choosing the shoes. Jade had every single pair of shoes I owned stroud all over my bedroom floor, debating with herself. I suggested the strappy brown leather sandals, but she didn't agree. Finally, after enough deliberation she chose my brown Toms shoes, more comfortable for walking was her excuse. I honestly didn't care, but I would give my friend her say in my life. Actually, I didn't have a choice.
When we got to school we were 10 minutes late and got a written warning for our bad life choice. I felt like a felon. Jade was flying high as she appraised her creation of August Star.
"You look amazing! I need to dress you every day." She said smugly, as we walked into first period together. English.
Jade went first because she was fearless, the class was quiet, they must have had a writing assignment. I walked in and was too scared to search their gazes. For all I know they didn't even look up to notice me pass by. I took my seat next to jade and then looked up. Every single person was looking at me with a strange expression. The boys were full of surprise and determination, and the girls were full of hate and jealousy. I blushed vividly. My face lit up and I lowered my eyes. After I knew no one would be looking I turned my head to Jade, who was obviously smug about her creation. I smiled. Maybe I would let her dress me from now on.
-Later That Day-
"Okay, calm down. Breathe." Jade laughed at my nervousness.
"I'm starting to think this is a bad idea." I was pacing a dip in the hallway.
"What do you mean? Are you insane? Did you even see the boy your about to go for a walk with, I think the worst thing you should be afraid of is getting Prego after the first date". That stopped me. She smiled.
"'m not you, remember? I don't plan on letting him between my legs anytime soon. You skank!" I laughed, more calm now.
"What are you afraid of then?" She questioned, raising her eye brows.
" That either he will stand me up, or he will show up but the only think he will want is to get in my pants and when I say no, he will be a huge jerk about everything.."
"Well let him in.." Jade interrupted.
" No!" I slapped her shoulder, and she laughed and squawked when I hit her.
"You are so sexual, I'm surprised your virginity is still intact". I bit at her.
"Ouch, that hurts. Oh get over it; I can't help myself when I see a hottie, they are so delicious." She licked her lips.
"Maybe a kiss is the furthest I would go. Maybe". I said, raising my chin, standing my ground.
"Yeah, yeah, well where is he meeting you?"
"Soccer fields." I could feel the butterflies in my stomach.
"Okay, well, you want me to walk you with you there and make a run for it when we see him coming". She asked, folding her arms.
"No it's okay. I'll just go by myself, he might be waiting for me instead." I suggested.
"Okay, be careful, and call me as soon as you get back home or ill come over to your house and beat the information out of you!" She wrapped her arms around me tightly. I hugged her back.
"I will I promise!" I yelled over my shoulder, as I dashed down the hall to the gym. Jade yelled something at me but I was too far away in distance, and in mind to make out what she was saying. My stomach was fluttering so rapidly. I needed to calm down before I saw him or he would think I was on drugs or something. I stood at the door to the soccer fields and took 3 deep breaths, fixed my hair, and pushed the door open. Light flooded my eyes, when they adjusted I realized I was standing alone. Joe wasn't there.
My mood change was almost tangible. Actually, you could have lit me on fire and I wouldn't care. I was sure of it, he was standing me up. I looked down at my watch and wanted to cry. It had been 25 minutes after school had gotten out. All of the remaining students who were lingering around to talk to their friends were gone now. Some of the teachers where leaving.
"I feel so stupid." I said to myself. I got up from where I was sitting at the top of one of the soccer fields, took one last glance to see if Joe was waiting for me at some other location and we just haven't found each other yet, but that was a lost cause. When I was finished looking I decided to walk home. It wasn't far but too long. He let me down and I didn't even know him yet. I was a stupid freshman girl that he thought he could stand up for a couple of laughs. I bet he was watching for me with a few friends to see if I actually would show up and when I did, he bailed out with them chuckling. It would be the talk of the school I'm sure. I would be known as "the girl who got stood up by the hottest guy in school" for the next four years here. Great. My thoughts kept flowing and I tried to ignore them. I wanted this to be over and forgotten. By this time I was walking up my driveway, and realized the only one home was my brother. Fantastic. I hope he never finds out what happened. If he did it would be the end of my life. Everyone would find out, relatives, friends, teachers, various strangers off the street.
"God please don't let him find out". I spoke under my breath as I walked through the front door.
Donovan was sitting on the couch with a humongous bag of Cheetos, three empty coke bottles and one that was half drank, and a giant turkey sandwich half eaten. He was watching football.
"You're unbelievable." I said as I was walking past to the stairs to hide in my room for all eternity.
"What? Sorry that I like food and eat like a normal person, unlike you, FREAK!" He said through a full cheesy mouth.
"Whatever." I didn't feel like talking. I felt like curling into a ball.
"Wait, ah, um…." He was heaving himself off the couch.
I stood at my door.
"Someone gave me this today. They wanted me to give it to you, his name is Jason. I think it may be a love note, hahaha, awe sissy. Why him? He's is butt ass ugly." He handed me an envelope, it felt thin. It had my name written in clean print, obviously a boys hand writing.
"Jason? Who is he?" I asked curious.
"He plays soccer, he's a sophomore. I think he hangs out with that one dude you were asking me about the other night. But yeah, don't date him; I don't want nieces and nephews that look deformed, and fat." I was in my room with the door closed before the last word was spoken. My heart was pounding; it was hard to breathe again. Was this a letter from Joe? I was scared to open it. Like something inside was going to bit me. Im dumb.
Calm down. I thought.
I opened it gently not ripping the paper too much; this might be something I want to keep. I pulled the one page letter from the small white envelope, and unfolded it. Before I began reading it I sat down on my bed, so I would not pass out or anything.
It began...
August Star,
I know right now you are thinking that I am the biggest jerk in the world, and that I had no intentions of meeting you after school today.
But, I wanted to tell you, that is very untrue.
Things had changed so rapidly, when I mean things, I mean I had to be somewhere today before school ended and I had no other way to tell you I couldn't be there. So I wrote this to you instead.
I hope you don't think its cheesy or anything, but I had to do something to reassure you that our walk is still scheduled. But instead, it will begin tomorrow morning at 8:00, and if you are still willing to walk with me, we will meet at the same place. Im so sorry and I do hope you forgive me for being so rude. I'm looking forward to seeing you for our little adventure.
And don't worry I will not stand you up again.
See you,
Joe
P.s. If you have a map of the state, bring one.
I folded my letter up and stuck it back into the envelope. I grabbed my phone and dialed Jades number. I could not stop smiling.
"Oh My God." Jade Muttered.
"I know, you should have seen me when I thought he stood me up." I admitted. Feeling embarrassed.
"Why didn't you call me?" She eyed me.
"I did right after I got home." I stabbed back. She was so testy sometimes.
" Hmm, I wonder what he had to go do." She thought out loud.
"I guess I'll find out tomorrow. But, atleast he told me. I mean, he obviously knew who my brother was so he was trying to know more about me. I think it's sweet" I spoke, taking the letter from jade. I looked at the clock it was 11:46. It was late and I have to wake up early for my adventure.
"A map of the state, so I'm guessing this is going to be a whole day event?" She said as she stood up from my bed, eyes in wonder.
"I don't know. I'm guessing so. Eh, im so excited but kind of scared. What if he takes me away and murders me?" it was more of a statement.
"Oh you're so weird. He won't murder you honey, stop being morbid. I'm heading out of here though. I have a date tomorrow too, haha." She laughed with glee toward my door and down my stairs.
"With who! Details." I nearly knocked her over with excitement.
"Andrew Jacobs." She said flatly.
"Again? Jade, you know he will go right back to Kendall, it happens every time. You are supposed to be Kendall's friend, I can see the drama now, I'm telling you this time, I'm not getting in the middle of it, I refuse." I fluttered through my words. I would stand my ground this time.
"I just want to make out." She smiled and dashed out the door. Waving goodbye.
"Uh, unbelievable." I spoke as I shut the door.
I headed to the bathroom and jumped into the shower. The cool water felt calming and hypnotizing, thankful to think about something else for a few seconds other then Joe. I wonder what would happen tomorrow. I got butterflies just thinking about it. After my shower and ran to my room to scrounge through my closet for presentable traveling clothes. By the time I was finished my room was littered with shirts and shoes, but at least I had found something good to wear. I had green khaki shorts that were stretchy, good for long rides and easy walks and a gray snug V-neck tee-shirt. It was me though. Sometimes I would consider myself the plain type. Simple, was my kind of word, and if that meant clothes and hair and make-up, I was all game. I threw the rest of my clothes into my closet in a massive pile; my mom was going to kill me. I jumped into me bed and set the alarm on my phone for 7:00, and prayed to the big man upstairs that he would allow me to wake up in time. I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. I had one bright neon green star taped to my ceiling, Jade thought that was funny. I felt changed. Like this was it, I found my prince charming. A prince by the name of Joe O'Bryan.
I woke the next morning surprised to find that I was an hour early. Instead of my preferred 7:00 wake up time, my clock read 6. I could already feel the butterflies in my stomach, which I was sure they woke me out of my peaceful slumber. I couldn't relax; before I started getting ready I cleaned my room of all the thrown clothes -before my mother saw- and ate a little breakfast. I walked back down stairs to put my dishes in the sink, I turned to see my father sitting at the kitchen table with his nose in the paper.
"August, come here." He said peeking his head over the top of the paper so he could see me better. I walked over and sat down at the table, slightly frightened.
"So, I heard you got a love letter." He frowned.
Donovan.
My face went rigid; I felt the blood forcefully collect in my cheeks and leave the rest of my body limp. I would kill him the next time I saw my brother, all the secrets I held for him from our parents would be given to them in essay form, and I was very good at essays.
"Yeah, I did.. And?" I spoke calmly. He knew inside I was pissed.
"Now, don't be mad at your brother, he told me because he cares for you and he doesn't want you dating a guy who looks 50 and weighs at least 200 pounds."
"Donovan had no right telling you anything!" I jumped out of my seat to leave the kitchen.
"August Elizabeth Star, you will not walk away from me, we are going to talk about this". He said as a matter of factly, standing. My father was a very tall fellow compared to me anyway. He stood at least a foot taller then I. So I sat.
"You have it wrong anyway, that letter wasn't even from that guy, and he was just the messenger. Another guy sent it and I'm sure you would approve of him, if you would just not listen to anything Donovan says because he is so egotistical and ignorant. The guy I have a date with in a hour..."
"A date?". He interrupted
"Yes dad a date, we are going somewhere I'm not sure, it's a surprise and.."
"Wait, you don't even know him really? Noway. No ma'am. Not without me meeting him first.
"NO!" I stood again.
"You don't even know this boy and you're getting in the car with him and taking off somewhere?" He stood with me.
"Dad, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Seriously, I can't call him and tell him to meet you…"
"You just keep digging yourself a hole, August. If I can meet this boy, then sure, you can go on your little adventure, as long as I get a name and a number, and I can see his face. Just in case I have to take my shot gun over to his home after he desposes of your body, into a ditch somewhere. I'll be the judge of character on this one." He sat down again satisfied. I was defeated.
"Okay ill do something." I left the kitchen and walked up the stairs, stomping the whole way up.
I realized that I had about 30 minutes before I needed to start my journey towards the school. I threw on my outfit I picked out the night before and brushed my hair and teeth. I didn't care about make-up or anything. If this boy was going to like me, he will have to like me natural. I had about 5 minutes to spare so I decided to start my paybacks with Donovan now. I wrote a little note explaining that when Donovan was 13 he skipped the 7th grade 10 times to play poker with his friends and look at trashy magazines. I would start there just for fun. I took the note downstairs and put it on the fridge told my father I would be back and headed for my high school.
I looked around the field and sat in silence. I was a few minutes early, so I was calming myself before Joe got to the field. I was frightened, but curious. I wanted to know who he was, know his secrets. His life, I wanted to know everything. That might be weird, even though I think a lot of it stemmed to his looks but it went a lot deeper than that. He was different, he seemed sincere...
"Hey August Star." Mt heart stopped beating. I turned around to look at the most beautiful being I have ever seen. I was standing there looking at me with the biggest smile I have ever seen. I felt considerably ugly compared to this boy. He was wearing khaki shorts and a black tshirt that hugged his chest muscles and made his skin look creamy. He was wearing his aviators on top of his short shaggy blond hair. I was mesmerized by everything about him. The way he smiled crookedly, just a little grin showed the slightest hint of dimples. Once I got to his eyes I couldn't look away. They were actually teal, a sea color with greens and dark yellows; I'd never seen anything like it before. He was beautiful.
"Hey Joe, I enjoyed your letter". I thought I would start the conversation.
"Well I felt really bad about not meeting you; I had to do something about it." He walked towards me and reached his hand out as he smiled tenderly. I reached mine toward his and softly placed it in his hand. It was rough and engulfed my hand because I was so much smaller than him, in many ways. He tightened the embrace and slowly pulled me toward him.
"So you ready to go?" He stared into my eyes. More like my soul, I lost my heart beat a long time ago.
"Yes, but one thing first, I hope you don't mind". I said embarrassed.
"Sure, what is it?" He asked opening my door for me to his black jeep. I hoped in and he closed it for me. He ran to his side of the jeep and jumped in. He turned and propped his elbow on the center console and stared at me with a crooked grin. When I turned and realized how close he was, I propped mine up with his and turn towards him smiling. I could smell his cologne he put on.
"We need to make a stop at my house."
"I'm really sorry about this". I spoke to him in an apologizing tone.
"Hey, don't worry about it at all. I would be concerned if he wasn't worried about who his beautiful daughter may be going on a date with". He said to me walking up the driveway to my door.
A DATE! I thought. This was a date. I guess, maybe. I mean it wasn't diner and a movie but it worked for me.
"Okay here we go". I opened the door and saw them. My dad and brother were perched on the sofa watching T.V. My dad was holding and beer and my brother a Coke, watching sports. Great.
"Hey guys, this is Joe." Make it fast as possible.
Donovan jumped off the couch. I will kill him if he embarrasses me, even in the slightest degree.
"Hey man!" Donovan walked over and Hugged Joe. I walked passed them and gave a stern look at my father.
"Hey Donovan, long time man." Joe said smiling, so casual. He wasn't worried at all; I on the other hand was frantic. My father stood and walked over to Joe, standing only a few inches shorter than him.
"So, ah, what do ya want with my daughter?" Wow, dad. Good conversation starter. It's funny how I didn't even know that answer.
"Well sir, I met August the other day and I wanted to get to know her a little better". He said innocently. He was very confident. I stared at his face. His eyes flickered to me when he said my name. I smiled a little bit.
"Where ya taking my daughter then?" He crossed his arms.
"North of woodland Hills." He spoke assertively.
"And you're going to do what?" My dad looked at me. Then I looked at Joe. He looked at my father.
"I think we might do a little walking and some picture taking sir. The leaves are starting to change and right now is the prime time for pictures." He smiled at me. So he was into photography. I never expected that.
"Yeah so we have to go dad, we'll see you later." I turn and started to walk away.
"oh, eh, Joe, yeah this walking and picture taking better not include laying down, or anything else that involves any other part of the body. And if it does my shot gun is just upstairs." Time to go.
"Bye dad". I said in a hurry before he said anything else embarrassing, he didn't even own a gun.
"Bye sir, I will have her back for dinner". And then they shook hands. I was impressed. Then we turned and walked out to experience the day's adventure.
