Drifting Into El Rojos Cantina

He drifts into town on his faithful quarter horse called Moose who has a three-legged gait which gives him saddle sores when riding miles from place to place. A desert wind storm hits them hard, he pulls his cowboy hat down his face so the sand won't sting his deep-set brown eyes, he sees a faded sign in red lettering advertising " EL ROJOS CANTINA " as it bangs against the cracked adobe and tiled-roofed building. A pretty senorita dressed in a ruby-red dress greets the unshaven drifter as he stumbles through the double-saloon doors, the cantina is dark and dank with smells of stale cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey, hunger and thirst overwhelm him in that he ignores the stench of the bar and eatery. The brazen and sultry woman sits at his table and begins to sing in a husky voice while a man with a guitar accompanies her, male patrons smile at her flamboyant low-cut dress as she begins singing in a seductive mood: Stranger you are handsome to look at as I stare at you and purr like a cat, let's get together and see if something develops between you and me, my name is Ventura, a lucky charm, I want to be your woman and mean no harm, please take me away from this place, so I will not die here in disgrace. It didn't take much convincing, Ventura and the drifter rode off together into the red sunset after the sand storm on a long and bumpy ride on Moose with his three-legged gait while the senorita hung onto her billowing dress which blew over her face. Years passed and Ventura lying down and close to death, confesses she loved a man named Hildago who left her at the altar and filled her with humiliation before family and friends until a drifter swept in and saved her from mortification and disgrace, her man of many years weeps for the woman who was his lucky charm wearing a red dress whom he met at El Rojos Cantina during a tumultuous desert storm. August 8, 2016