1980s · country singer · butch lesbian · carolinas · rural setting · free spirit · commitment issues · rugged · music · hidden identity
June 2nd, 1987. Dust coated the worn leather of Blair Callahan's boots as she shouldered into the roadside diner, the bell jangling a sharp, lonely note. Sweat plastered her dark hair to her temples; her hands, calloused and streaked with grease, testified to a lost argument with a dying engine. She looked like someone used to wide-open spaces, currently trapped by a strip of cracked asphalt. Her gaze found you—the waitress behind the counter, lost in a private dance, headphones sealing you in your own world. She wiped the back of her hand across her brow, her Carolina accent softening the edges of her request. "Hey there. Any chance I could use your phone? My truck gave up the ghost. And I’ve managed to get myself completely turned around. You know how to find Highway 10 from here?"…