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By Terry R A Eissfeldt
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Maisey is looking at me. Her big brown eyes are shining. Shining as only a tender foot’s can.
Her long golden hair is blown back by the usual morning breeze.
What is this? Am I caught up in some sort of shampoo commercial?
She’s so new to this life. So inexperienced. So naive.
“As good as can be,” I answer trying not to sound bitter. I continue munching on breakfast hoping she’ll do the same. Maisey continues staring at me slowly blinking the longest eye lashes I’ve ever seen.
“I’m fine,” I finally answer.
“I can’t wait for today’s adventure!”
Wow! Such enthusiasm. I almost feel sorry for her.
Soon she’ll know. Soon she’ll loose her optimistic outlook.
Breakfast is finished and we move on to preparations to receive the guests.
“Oh I love all this attention. I love getting my hair done and my nails! To think this happens everyday!”
She gushes. I shudder.
Okay. I admit I like getting my hair done as well, but I know what’s coming … they are … the dudes … the tourists …
“Oh!” she exclaims, “They’re so cute!”
I glance over at today’s clients.
Cute?
What?
They look like something out of a bad movie.
Checkered shirts.
Cowboy hats.
Chaps.
New boots.
Oooh. Blisters are on the menu tonight!
“Hmph!” I grunt, “Just wait until they jab you in the mouth and kick you in the ribs.”
Maisey turns her pretty head toward me in disbelief.
Just then a young man in a purple and silver shirt, white cowboy hat, pulled low over his petulant eyes, points to Maisey and says in a highly affected southern drawl, “Hey, Wrangler! Can I ride that pretty golden one at the end of the line?”
Maisey gasps, “He wants me?”
I'm relieved he doesn’t want me.
But then again I haven’t been the favourite for some time.
No big deal. I’ve had my share of dudes.
You know: DUDES; Tourists who come to the ranch thinking they are suddenly Roy Rodgers or Gale Evens.
But they’re not.
Despite the new clothes.
Tacky as all get out!
Most of them know nothing about horses … or riding.
Poor Maisey.
She’ll experience jabs and kicks and long days on the same trails … over and over again … with one Dude followed by another Dude …
Thank goodness we’re relegated to only six hours of trails a day!
The purple clad dude gets his wish. He mounts Maisey clumsily.
I get a little girl in pigtails and a hard hat. She's gentle and kind and so sweet I almost melt.
Hmm, I like little dudes.
I guess life isn’t too bad on the Dude Ranch.
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