It’s been suggested that I participate in What Pegman Saw since I haven’t in awhile.
I have to admit, I have about as much desire to write as I do to pull out my eyelashes with tweezers, which is to say, none. I tried to rework a handwritten story that’s been sitting on my desk, but had no luck trying to resuscitate it. So instead I’ll reblog the story I did the last time Pegman was in Arizona.
Happy trails.
Palisade Rim/Ute Petroglyph Trail, Colorado © Google Maps
Her thighs ached from the ride. Not the days’ ride up from Delta, but the ride the night before with the rustler from Laramie. As he’d slept, she’d pilfered his pockets and his money had bought this mount. She was northbound before the sun had climbed over the sagebrush east of town.
It was a sorry state of affairs that had brought her here. She had no say in the laws of man. Laws that would let her hold no property, or earn an honest living better than starvation wage. Laws that said she must submit to the hand of a drunken fool. She had as much right to live free in this country as any man.
She nudged the toe of her soft kid boot at the mare’s belly and clucked. As the mare cantered to a gallop, she decided: from…
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k. Rawson 
Love this. Good to have you back.
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Awww thanks so much! Thanks for the kick in the pants, too.
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Yay! This cheered up my Saturday, well not the content but to read your captivating stories 🙂
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Madeline, thanks so much for your kind comment! It means a lot 🙂
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So good to see you back. I haven’t felt much like writing, and, when I do, I ain’t real excited about what I create. This is spectacular ~ old or not. Thanks for returning, even if it’s just for a moment. You’ll find your writing stride again.
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Thanks Lish! Sounds like we are in the same boat–writing-wise. Though I loved your story! Much in the way of distractions these days, to be sure.
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Loved your story. Grandpa Taylor was probably born in the 1890’s. He had a brother who was in trouble with the law. The family stopped claiming him but I have seen an old picture of Sam Taylor and his “outlaw” brother when they were both young and good-looking.
I like these outlaw women.
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I’m glad you reposted, since apparently I missed it the first time. “Laws of man” indeed. Great snippet of an interesting woman full of real-life character!
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