KISSING HER KOWBELL
I met Hayley Kowbell when we were sixteen. We both went to Chippewa High School. Her father owned the Sweet Ridge Cattle Company.
I had seen Hayley around but I first officially met her in Honors Literature. I liked to read. Louis L’Amour was my favorite author. I loved frontier stories. I don’t know why but when I saw Hayley sitting there in class I just sat down at the desk next to her. It wasn’t like me at all. I only nodded hello to her at first.
I don’t say much, ever.
When our teacher, Mr. Sayers, called roll on that first day he called out, “Buxton Carter?” and I raised my hand but I quickly turned to Hayley and I said, “They call me ‘Buck’.”
Hayley had that half-smile and she just said, “OK.”
Hayley was a surprise. …
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