Marrying A Cowboy(7)By: Tyra Brown
“Now, what I suggest you fellas do is pay your tab and head back to wherever it is you’re from.”
“How do you know where we’re from?” The pudgy man asked, looking from left to right to his friends for some kind of support. They seemed more than willing to follow Mathew’s suggestion.
“You don’t seem like you’re from around these parts,” Mathew said.
“Sorry, not everyone out here can dress up like a cowboy. But that’s a real cute outfit that you got on. Where can I get me one just like it?”
All three of the men at the table started laughing. Mathew could feel his face turning red. He never let people talk to him like that. He never let people laugh in his face. Never. He clenched his fist and grit his teeth. He had half a mind to start swinging on all three of these out-of-town punks. But when he looked up and saw Bill staring at him with a stern expression, he knew that he better cool it or else he would end up getting himself into trouble.
The manager realized that it was time to step in. “We don’t need any problems with the sheriff. But that’s exactly what’s going to happen if you fellas don’t get out of here in the next five minutes.”
The manager turned towards Mathew and looked him dead in the eye. “And I don’t want any trouble from you either, Mathew. These fellas are about to be on their way. Ain’t that right?”
There were a few moments of silent tension. Mathew wasn’t in the mood for talking, he was upset that Bill had felt a need to intervene. He was upset that he hadn’t been able to really intimidate these out-of-town punks.
“We don’t want any trouble for you either, Mathew,” the pudgy man said with a big stupid grin on his face. He was clearly enjoying himself at Mathew’s expense. That made Mathew even angrier. He could have torn them from limb to limb. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It had been a while since he had gotten this worked up.
“You fellas better hope that you don’t cross my path again. Might not be anyone there to protect you.”
“I think the old man is actually protecting you.”
Mathew made a move towards the pudgy man. But Bill’s stern eyes forced him to keep control of himself. He looked with disgust at all three of the men and headed back to his table.
A few minutes later Dolores came by with his cheeseburger, fries, and Coca-Cola.
“You don’t need to go getting involved in any type of foolishness,” she said. “Those guys have been coming in here for the last few days. I think one of them owns the old Gatson ranch.”
“What?” Mathew asked, nearly dropping the glass of Coca-Cola. “Those punks actually own property out here?”
“At least one of them does,” Dolores said. “I think he’s a music producer or something like that.”
The old Gatson ranch was only about five miles away from Mathew’s property. He couldn’t believe that he lived so close to them. If what Dolores was saying was true then this probably wouldn't be the last time that they crossed each other’s paths.
Monica was relieved when she finally landed at Denver International Airport. She felt like she was beginning a new chapter in her life. Throughout the whole flight, she had scribbled song lyrics and random observations in the little black notepad that she always kept with her. Even from the airport she could see the beautiful white-capped mountains that hovered over the horizon. She had a sense that this would be a real adventure. And that’s exactly what she needed at this point in her life. When she went to pick up her bags, she saw Billy and his two assistant producers waiting for her. They must have on every single piece of jewelry they own, she thought as she walked towards them.
Billy was pudgy with a baldhead and he had two diamond studs in his ears. He walked towards her with his arms held out wide. “How’s my favorite diva?” he said with a big smile on his face.
Monica smiled and hugged him. She greeted the other two men with friendly handshakes.
“I hope you’re ready to get to work,” Billy said. “Because we’ve got a lot to get done in a short amount of time.”