The Lonesome Buffalo (part 3)
She answered. That sweet Georgia peach from the Holiday Inn in Columbus answered the phone. How did she know it was me? She talked in that smooth voice, relaxed and inviting. I listened and could almost taste the smell of her perfume, far more powerful than the pine-sol and floor wax I was actually smelling. She said, "DO NOT say a word about the company or where we are staying and I will come get you." The jailer carried me to Lock-Up and I was still feeling warm and comfy. That changed...
The Lonesome Buffalo (part 1)
December didn't go well. There's something about the grays and browns of winter that make cold loneliness come out in full color. Christmas was bought with illegal means and the gifts had no more value than the torn paper that had covered them. I never liked Christmas holidays anyway. It was just a time to drink and dream about how good things would be next spring. Mid January found me looking through the newspaper for a job. The listing asked for eight men and eight women willing to travel, in...
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