Roma-Roses-Ranch

Dear Dayna, A lot of things have changed since you last heard from me. I'm no longer living in BellaRosa. Moved a little more North (well, kinda) than before and found myself in this little place called Tumbleweed. It's where I am sending this letter from now. It's not much right now... honestly, it's name kinda matches what it's name right now, kiddo. You know what a tumble weed is, right? I mean, didn't have many 'round home, but I'm sure that Clyde could take you round to the farm and see a couple. I don't know if ma lets you go out that way or not. She didn't like it when I would do it––– Speaking of ma, how is she? An

Twenty minutes. She knew. She was counting. Twenty minutes that she waited for a drink that she had put an order in for when she arrived, her boot tapping on the edge of the stool along with the seconds that passed. Under her breath she counted each minute. One. Sixty taps. Two. Sixty taps. Three… and so on. Her fingers drummed softly at the bar's surface, a little lazy expression on her face. It was only Luxe's third day in town, the first two having been spent getting adjusted to the town and her new… er… living arrangements. Barely enough to shake a stick at, she thought as she settled in for the first night. What was the