Davis never fussed about the cost. Six bits was a fair price. The cowboy peered at himself in the mirror hanging on the wall.
Ft. Stockton, Texas
Across the room a small grating creak sounded. One of Powers’ regular customers opened the screen door, stepped over the sleeping canine, came in and sat down in one of the three straight back wooden seats the barber kept for those who were waiting their turn in the shaving chair. If business kept up like it was Powers might have to think about getting a few more places for folks to sit.
“Be with you in a little while, Mr. Carter.”
Bill Davis lay back in the chair. Powers' eyes never strayed as he continued moving the razor toward the man’s throat. Cowboy was almost dozing.
Carter nodded. Wasn't in a big hurry. He too sat with his eyes closed while waiting for the barber to finish up and turn to him.
Davis never fussed about the cost of the shave. Six bits was a fair price. The cowboy peered at himself in the mirror hanging on the wall. Yep, he thought, it was a fair price. Davis thought he looked pretty good considering he was out in the sun and wind all day.
Powers chuckled. Reaching for the pale folded sheet of paper laying on the table where he kept his razors, brushes, lather cup and other accouterments the barber grinned at the tall lanky wrangler.
“Well," Powers said. "I got me a telegram from my dear old Mother up in Amarillo.” A big smile brightened his expression. “Maw,” Powers paused to open the telegram, nothing was said for a moment while the man ran his eyes across the paper. “Bless her heart," he grinned at Davis. "Maw said she is sending me a good stout box filled right to the top with everything I have been needing.”
“Do tell,” Davis said with a slow nod. “Reckon it is about time. Mebbe,” grinning back at the barber he went on, “mebbe the next time I come in,” he eyed the thin man with a long piercing gaze before continuing. “Just mebbe you’ll give me a shave with a decent blade.” His eyes danced with merriment. “Sure be nice for a change,” he added.
The pair shared a small chuckle.
Powers’ good-humored glance swept from Davis to the far wall to include his dozing customer.
“Wal,” sobering Powers went on. “Then ya shore don’t want to come back in to town," he said, "not before the noon train outta Amarillo arrives here in Ft Stockton tomorrow.”
“That’s when me box is supposed to be arriving.” Refolding the paper before laying it again beside the lather cup Powers busied himself with his shaving strop once again.
Slapping his broad brimmed felt hat onto his head Bill Davis walked across the chamber toward the door. Hat wasn’t too dusty. Kinda surprising considering how much time Davis spent sitting astride his big gelding out on the range behind a bunch of noisy cattle.
Bill Davis had never planned to spend so much time wrangling the four-legged heathens. Wasn’t a life he wanted, but it was the life he had. Davis figured it was the life he was going to keep on living for a while. No use to whine about. Was worse things he might do. Like dig graves. Now that thought Davis is a job I never want to have.
The screen door closed behind him with a tiny slam as the cowboy stepped out onto the boardwalk. Whew. Already hot. No need to head right out to camp. Davis figured he would go on down to the far end of the street and spend a little time at Mack’s. Maybe play a hand or two of poker, try a little faro. Davis chuckled.
He wasn’t much of a poker player. But it was good to sit and visit with some of the fellers. Find out who all was still around, who had moved on and the like. Davis figured to get himself something cool to drink and have a decent meal before he headed out into the unforgiving sun and the cattle he knew was waiting.
Mack himself was always full of the latest news. Like all the talk about the train robberies. From what every one said them Pinkerton’s was riding all the trains, or pretty near all of them. Funny they hadn’t caught the robbers yet. Everyone seemed to have some notion or the other about who the robbers were, or where they hung out. So far no one had really laid a hand on any of them.
Davis heard it was everything from the Daltons to a bunch of local boys was the ones pulling all the robberies. And, he heard that it was anywhere from five to fifty men robbing the trains. With information like that Davis wasn’t too surprised that even with Pinkertons hunting them, the robbers remained at large.
At the rail his mount stood eyeing him. Davis figured the gelding might like a little snooze at the stable next to Mack’s. The gelding was about the best horse Davis had had in a good long while.
Cim deserved a little shade, all the water he wanted and a bucket of oats before they headed back. Didn’t take Davis but a little to get himself mounted and ready to ride. When he looked back he saw the drowsy customer had roused himself and was now sitting in the chair where Powers was already applying the lather to the man’s nearly stubble free face.
Running a hand over his own smooth countenance Davis grinned. Yeah, Pretty good shave he mused. Davis waited for a wagon and two mounted riders to pass by before turning the gelding toward the stable.
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"Adobe Ridge.........part 2........................Molly Writes"
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|Reviewed by JMS Bell
|I LIKE YOUR DEVELOPMENT OF CHARACTERS AND TOWN...DONE WELL, YOU'VE STILL GOT ME. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|Molly this another great write, I will have to look into some of your books, thank you for sharing this with us
|Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain
Extra-fine literary style ... 'top-drawer'!!
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
Wow! This is sooo fantastic write. Your characters are so real and you've topped this off with the language they use. Lots of surreal feelings in this indeed. Wonderful write!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
|Reviewed by Gail Ylitalo
|Reviewed by Gail Ylitalo
|I think what I like the most about these, Molly, is how natural the writing flows... You seem quite comfortable writing this sort of story, with this setting...|
|Reviewed by Pam Potter (Reader)
|baraber shop is the best place to get news, they say men never gossip,|
|Reviewed by Janet Terry
|I like this laid back, hot western, screen door shutting, straight razor, cowboy, poker playing preview. You have a way of putting the reader right there. I could visalize it. Could job MJ.|
|Reviewed by Theresa Koch
|Excellent~I look forward to the next part`*|
|Reviewed by Laura Coleman
|I can't wait to read the rest of it|
m j . hollingshead