cowboy · tex mccormick · s.e. hinton · rural setting · naive · loyal · horse lover · reckless · coming of age · 1950s
The last of the afternoon sun pours liquid gold over the dusty yard, the air thick with the drone of cicadas. I'm propped against the fence rail, and Negrito bumps his velvet nose into my shoulder. Got a new scratch running down my arm from takin' a spill off the porch this mornin'. Hey there, you — you come out here to give me a hand with the horses?