Cowboy Posted October 13, 2011 Report Share Posted October 13, 2011 Beautiful orange and yellow fall leaves scratched across the pavement of the town square rolling passed the towns folk of Hazzard County Georgia. Black cats, witches and pumpkins decorate windows, doorways and even the steps of the court house and bank. Mothers, fathers and children walked on the side walks, smiling, laughing. Down the Main Street a school bell echoed its call for the children to come back to class from lunch recess.A boy in the Hazzard CafÃ© stood up from the booth of three others and turned on his shinny white sneaker causing it to squeak. The sound stopped short as the boy stopped in mid track bumping hard into a force standing solid as a brick wall.Tipping his head back so he could see out from under the hood of his sweat shirt the boy had too look up alittle to meet the eyes of man heâ€™d bumped into. When there eyes met he took a step back squaring his feet up and inhaled deeply, the eyes drilling back at him caused spiders to crawl up and down his spine. The pit of his stomach tightened and squirmed like snakes ready to fight those dark mismatched eyes. Puffing his chest up alittle under his loose fitting sweat shirt the boy raised his chin and met those eyes head on.The Stetson that shadowed those mismatched eyes tipped forward alittle as the owner of them pressed his lips so tight he almost sneered. Chetâ€™s nose wrinkled as he glared down at the boy standing almost toe to toe with him.The boys three friends shuffled to stand up behind him, each of there heads bagged in the hoods of there shirts. There pants, dark deep pocketed blue jeans slung low below there hips. A mother outside the window of the cafÃ© pulled her child along more quickly so they wouldnâ€™t have to see the display of boxer shorts showing like bare skin barely covering there nakedness.Chetâ€™s jaw line thinned as his molars were pressed on harder, the muscles in his back turned to rock and his breathes continued evenly. The entire room fell silent, even the coffee pot on the counter stopped quickly. Time stood still, the clock on the wall ticked as the five males stood there ground.Eyes of the room traveled from one force to another, the first a full blooded local man, built tall and solid, his hair black as coal. A dusty black Stetson cowboy hat tucked low on his head, his jacket denim and worn at the elbows with faded shoulders. His jeans fit like they were tailored to and his boots padded in clumps of something rank. A scar lined his right cheek, deep and gory below a slate grey eye reflecting the sheen of a wild bull standing guard of his ground. The other four alittle shorter in youth, there clothes reflecting brand names, silvery chains and there skin tattooed in foreign designs.The cowboy moved first, drawing a cig out of the front pocket of his brown denim jacket and tapping it on the top of his other hand. He tucked it between his lips and shifted his weight to his other foot, the leather of his boots creaking and his spur sighing a jingle. The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk around his cig and his eerie eyes narrowed as he moved away from the hooded teenagers taking a well worn seat at the counter. â€œLook Martha, the hoods are in town.â€ The entire room snickered, forks and coffee cups resumed there work, a coffee cup set down in front of the cowboy and was filled with steaming hot black liquid. â€œHere you are Chet.â€ The kind old waitress said from behind the counter smiling at the Duke boy with the Stetson on.â€œHey boys, maybe I should get you some bailing twine to use for a belt help yaâ€™ll hold them britches up.â€ Chet nodded to Martha and removed the unlit cig from between his teeth to sip the cup of fresh hot coffee.The four boys crawled back into the booth and sat with there heads down for a little while only meeting each others eyes as the string of teasing continued. After a short time they got up from the booth as one and left the cafÃ© disappearing around the corner of a building just down the street. Chet wasnâ€™t far behind the boys leaving the cafÃ©, it was time to get back to the ranch to finish up his afternoon chores. With his hands tucked into his coat pockets he made his way down the side walk towards Cooters garage, his dark eyes scanned the square and the streets. Only a couple of buildings away from the garage a pair of large colored men stepped out from a building into his path. Both of them a older broader mirror of the four boys that had been in the cafÃ©. â€œYou like pickinâ€™ on my boy?â€ The words rolled out of one mans mouth like he had a fat lower lip. A cig came back to Chets lips followed by a lighter this time. â€œTell your â€˜boyâ€™ to pull up his pants and tuck in a shirt, looks like I could lend you both some bailing twine. Ever heard of a belt?â€The first blow rang Chetâ€™s bell and he put his hand out to the building to stay on his feet. Like wolves on a bull the two colored men moved in on him together, shaking his head Chet ducked another swing and returned a rib cracking punch of his own. Another fist landed on his back and he kicked out low to catch one of hoodlums below the belt. â€œWelcome to Hazzard @$$%^*&*!â€ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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