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the grinning cowboy: a short story

Oh my gosh,
I love this guy ๐Ÿ˜‚

Hey guys!! Today I bring you a short story featuring Chad, a cowboy I introduced to you in my single line story challenge. I fell in love with him and knew he had to feature in a story!

There’s been a lot going on in my life this month, and I’ve been enjoying working behind-the-scenes on my blog. I really love reading your comments and I can’t wait to catch up on your posts! Thanks for being understanding and reading my blog ๐ŸคŽ love you guys!

While I navigate all these life changes, enjoy a short story from me ๐Ÿ˜Š

also: I’m entering this story into Gelina’s short story contest! definitely check that out if you’re a writer!

the grinning cowboy

โ€œPass it.โ€

His hand rested on the counter, fingers outstretched. Chad flicked his gaze over, smiled confidently at the gesture, then returned his eyes to his glass.

โ€œI said,โ€ Lucasโ€™ tone a growl now, โ€œpass it.โ€

Chad passed the toothpick in his teeth from one corner to the next, clicking his tongue once. โ€œIt ainโ€™t yours,โ€ he offered with a chuckle. Still eyeing that whiskey.

Lucas applied more of his weight to the bar, eyes trained on Chadโ€™s weathered hat. โ€œI won,โ€ he breathed, backing off some. Barely. The dust in the air was suffocating. โ€œYou said if I won-โ€

โ€œYou ever met a cowboy who kept his word?โ€

Howโ€™d a man insult a guy with so much glee in his voice?

Lucas found his left hand wandering across his jeans to his holsterโ€ฆ almost playfully.

โ€œIโ€™ll drink,โ€ Chad continued, glass up in the air now, ready to go, โ€œto your victory.โ€

Bam.

Klink.

Thunk.

Shatter.

Slam.

Chad used a couple of fingers to flip the saloon doors apart, shifting his weight comfortably across both hips. He eyed the town which heโ€™d called home for the last few years and considered moving on out.

The breeze flickered around him, carrying the smell of manure, sweat, manual labor, an occasional yell here and there, and – what was it? Ah, yes – whiskey. His absolute favorite.

Was he cruel? Maybe. Did he care? No. Did he enjoy it? Yes.

Laughing gently to himself, Chad walked the perimeter of the building, listening with contentment as an innocent man was blamed.

Thanks for reading!
What do you think of Chad? ๐Ÿ˜‚
What story would you like to see him
star in next?

29 thoughts on “the grinning cowboy: a short story”

  1. “Was he cruel? Maybe. Did he care? No. Did he enjoy it? Yes.” This made me laugh for some reason ๐Ÿ˜ I love how Chad just doesn’t care.
    I didn’t read this post when it came out, I’m glad I finally did. That story was so fun! Can I join the Chad fan club? ๐Ÿ˜‚

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