Cowboy Love Song
I woke to the sound of wind whipping outside my window, rain pelting the roof. I switched on the TV.
“A severe storm warning has been issued for the Tulsa Metropolitan Area,” the newscaster said. “We’re predicting hail, heavy rains and high winds. Please be advised, folks, it could turn into a tornado. So hunker down—we’re in for a rough one.”
I sat on the edge of the couch, my mind focused on one thing. One person. Hilda. “I can’t believe the tornadoes you get out here!” she’d told me a few months ago, shortly after we met as students at Claremore Junior College’s school of music. “Frightens the living daylights out of me!” Hilda was a California girl, through and through. She was terrified of Oklahoma weather. And right now, she was all alone. She’d just moved some 35 miles away to Tulsa last week, after our graduation. I’d stayed
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