Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Whiskey and Romance

     "Cal poured about half a shot into her cup, then reached across and took her left hand in his, her gold wedding band pressing against his palm.
     I'm not passing her up, he told himself. I didn't make any marriage vows. And what the hell; I could get shot tomorrow. He remembered other times he had felt the same way during the war."     (Tejon Trail)

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