The Riders

Four young fellas rode by around midday. Sun was strong as whiskey scratching the back of a three day dried throat. The three girls were out front and Ma came out pointing her loaded shotgun. Riders like these and the hot sun wasn’t gonna be anything but a barrel full o’ trouble. They tipped their hats, asked for water. Kitty with her blouse all open and them nubile breasts of hers just pouting like peas in a pod just ready to pop. Ma saw the way she was eying up that dark haired fella. She just hollered at her to get her trouble seeking ass inside. Ginny, the eldest girl, fetched them the water. Seemed like they weren’t in any hurry to leave, so Ma fired off a shot, whistled by the blond one’s ears so his horse darn near threw him. Ma wasn’t the kind to tell anyone anything but once, cos she said you can’t be wasting the Lord’s precious breath on hard eared scum. They got the message well enough. Don’t reckon we’ll be seeing them back this way again any time soon.