Dustys Jeans

By Kitt Foxx

A young nineteen-year-old girl from New York City has been abandoned at a large superstore by a semitruck driver after using her and befriending her for months. She has not a penny to her name! She is in shock and desperate. Never having been in this situation before, she grasped the first straw that came along.

His name was Dusty, a perfect example of a big-hearted ole cowboy, and after breakfast with him, she decided to worm her way into his heart. That turned out to work both ways. They fell in love. She was enthralled by his simplistic attitude and speech. They both had to learn how to communicate with each other. She was determined to get to be a cowgirl and stay with him. There was no life for her back home in New York City. Her parents were hopeless with drugs and alcohol. She had to succeed with Dusty. There was nothing for her to go back to in New York. This was her only chance. And, after a long two-year period, they came together and admitted they loved each other. They got married and good things started to happen to them both. Little baby Dusty Gene was born, and things just kept getting better! Lots better! Love is a wonderful thing on a remote ranch in Engle, New Mexico, now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 31, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524541897

Kitt Foxx

RETIRED FORMER TRADE SCHOOL TEACHER AND HEATING AND AIR CONDITIONING TECH. FOR 30 YEARS, ORIGINALLY FROM ROSWELL GEORGIA. NOW. RESIDING IN THE BEAUTIFUL VILLAGE OF PINE ARIZONA. IN THE FOOTHILLS OF THE NORTHERN ARIZONA MOUNTAINS. GOD’S SPECIAL PLACE FOR WEARY WARRIORS.

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Rev. date: 09/22/2016

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CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter 1    Jest A Little Bit More.

Chapter 2    Rodeo Time Over In Roswell. N.m.

Chapter 3    Getting Her A Holt Of A Colt 45 And Me.

Chapter 4    A Family Addition

Chapter 5    Dusty Gene

Chapter 6    Baby Gene And Big Cats

Chapter 7    New House And Car And A Big Rock.

Chapter 8    Needing A Buffalo. Bull Tatanka

Chapter 9    Rigged Up Fer Bull Hunting.

Chapter 10    Hot Times In The Kitchen

Chapter 11    Elephant Butte Lake N.m.

Chapter 12    Night Critters That Come Arround

Chapter 13    Dustys Genes First Rodeo

Chapter 14    School Bus

Chapter 15    No Going Back Now

Chapter 16    The Ranch Comes First

Chapter 17    Learning The Ropes

Chapter 18    Down To El Paso For A Big Stud Hoss.

Chapter 19    Two Studs

Chapter 20    Buffalo Rustlers! !

Chapter 21    Marketing. News

Chapter 22    Dustys Buffalo Products

Chapter 23    Decisions Decisions. Decisions

Chapter 24    Gaining A Daughter

Chapter 25    New Thinking

Chapter 26    A New Era. For Engle

Chapter 27    Here They Come

Chapter 28    Where To Go

Chapter 29    Trimming Down

PROLOGUE

D USTYS not my real name, that was jest a nick name give to me by the announcers at the rodeos that I attended over the years, when i wuz younger, a drinking an running with the wild bunch. Most of the time in my earlier years I was bucked off of what ever the hell I was trying to ride, and wound up in the dirt and dust, so DUSTY kinda stuck to me, since that time, I eventually improved my riding and staying ability over time, but the nick name stayed the same, my real shorenuff handle is Jimmy Lee Morris, im thirty seven years old and I guess I’m really a cowboy of sorts, I got a little hundred and forty acre Ranch over East of T. or C. New Mexico a ways, a little cross road, and railroad track crossing called Engle New Mexico, Dead in the center of no where, right up next to nothing atall. Less yore a counting lizzards, horney toads, and Rattle snakes, theys the original settlers out here.

CHAPTER 1

Jest A Little Bit More.

N ow my Dad and mom started the Ranch back in thirty nine, his name wuz Lawrence Ray Harris, from Lubbock Texas and hers wuz Louise Mae Adams Harris From Dallas Texas they built every thang they had. them selves, house, barn, the out house, wash house, and corrals, I never heard them say narry a word bout how they come by this ranch land over thare in Engle, but I heard aplenty about making it a home, everythang to build with had to come in on the railroad from Las Cruces,. They started with twenty head of beeve, s and three hosses. I came along in Nov. of forty four, and growed up on the M–M Ranch.(That’s M. Bar. M) And I wound up many years later flying round the ranch in a little ole Bell helicopter with my gal Jean, I caught up with her over. in T.C sum years ago,. And after a few years of shacking up together, then a getting married and ranching together, we got us a little Dusty jr. And finally with a big stroke of luck made it to the gud times. So I parked my tired ole hoss fer a helicopter. Got to keep up with the times Ya know. Its still Damn tough being a Cowboy nowadays over here in Engle New Mexico. Ever day it’s sumthing else, new an different to keep me a guessing, Whuts Next.? DAMFINO !!! Like I said, Keeps me a guessing.

MY MEETING UP WITH JEAN

I wuz heading on down the hill from the super store in T or C after getting a few thangs I needed fer the house and about two week’s worth of vittles for my self, it was kinda a warm morning bout ninety already at ten thirty AM I was, on my way to the feed store further on down in town, to get a few treats for my ole four legged saddle partner, he’s kinda picky about his treats nowadays.

When there on the corner of the main drag at the red lite I had to stop at, Right over there on my right kinda, up on the curb, was a little ole woman a setting on a milk crate bending over on her legs, hiding her face, and I noticed a sign down at her feet, printed kinda roughly, that said Please Help Me Well now I just couldn’t make that right turn on red, not now, Not after a seeing her a setting there like that, I had the winders down already on my pickup, and nobody wuz behind me, so I kinda hollered out over at her and said Hey there mam she looked up, and I seen right off that she were’nt no woman atall jest a young gal, so I said what kind of help you be a needlng there She got up, walked over and leaned over into my truck door winder and said. Cowboy, with tears jest a pouring down her little ole face, I’m hungry, I’m tired, and I’m lost., and I have no money, I don’t know what to do, can you help me? Poorer little thang, she was a crying her poor little ole heart out. Tears bigger than hoss terds, So I said well come on in hear gurl, climb on in my truck and I’ll get ya fed down yonder at the Coffee Pot Cafe, down the road in town a piece.

I guarantold you she didn’t waste no time a tall a doing that, she crawled right on in there with me, by then that darn light was red again, but I went ahead and turned on it ennyways, we got down town to the cafe in a few minutes and she had quit blubbering so dang much, afore we went in, and I give her my clean hanky, to wipe up her eyeballs with, Boy, now she wuz not too bashful comes to chowing down, she ett her fill, took about forty five minutes and up to half of her third breakfast plate to top her off, she could shore hide some groceries, !! I’m here to tell ya, then a big Ole grin come on on her dirty, sweaty little ole face., Said her name was Jean, and she was from New York City, and (I’m thinking Damn how in the hell did she wind up out here) so a wanting to know, I just hauled off and ask, she started in to telling me, bout ninety five miles an hour, got about halfway thru the story, then she seen that i didnt unnerstand a damm word she said, so she just stopped, and ask me if I lived here, and I said naw, girl I live over East of here a spell, bout eighteen miles over yonder to my ranch in Engle.

A RANCH? she ask, you mean you got a real ranch? With cows and horses ? and I knowed right then i was headed for A mess of trouble with her., so I said yep fraid so, now then, rite quick she got real excited, and wanted to know if I was married or whut, and I could see it a coming, She wuz a wanting to go home with me !! Damm!!! I dun. let my alligator mouth, kinda overload my humming bird ass. Said she wanted to get a bath, I’m nasty.!!, she said, that kinda cute and it tickled me and I laughed a good while over that thare. Only she weren’t lieing bout. that. My nose dun told me that a while back I was kinda wishing I hadn’t told her so much of this stuff about me cause, this is getting me in way over my head mighty quick, ennyhow we sat there in the Coffee Pot, for a while longer while I had a cup a java with her, A few folks kinda looked at her kinda funny as they walked past us a holding their noses, and I finally told her Honey Babe I plum got to go, and, you won’t believe it but she got up with me, and as I paid the bill she run on out and got up in my truck and said to me when I come out let’s go cowboy!!! I’m with you !!! Let’s go.!!! I knowed it, !! Dammit, now you’ve dun it !! I shudda knowed better, picking up strays just seems to fall to me.

Now, I just didn’t have the heart to pitch her out right there in the parking lot, she done been dumped once today, now, how could I, now that she was plum full of my groceries. Dagummit!!!, all Now, there ain’t been a woman in the house since mama died, and that’s been quite a spell ago, over fifteen years, and I was afraid it wasn’t fittin for a gal like her to come into.

As we drove out East toward Engle, I kinda nervously told her not to expect too much, cause I was a single man and things are kinda spread out at the house, she allowed to me that she had been riding with a driver in a semi for about two months, and was used to it being kinda tight, and messy, and a little smelly. A little smelly hell. I thought, I’m gonna have to fumigate my truck tomorrow morning now. Whew!!! Damm Gurl. I thought to myself.

That I need not to worry about it, and that’s when I found out she was nineteen years old last month, while we wuz a half ass gabbing, a going on up the road, I was really glad to hear that, if you know what I mean. whew!! That kinda washed a lot of the worry I had about her outta my head, a being a under aged runaway, that wuz being looked fer by the Man. I didn’t want to get all tangled up crossways in sumthing like that thare, I got enough problems with a hundred an forty acres and all them dad blamed cows. I shore don’t need no female problems to go with it. specially one that can’t talk straight merican english. Wunder where she larned to talk at. Whew!! she sure wastes a lot a wind. with stuff I can’t begin to unnerstand. Sounds like her words kinda get all tangled up on one another fore they git to my ears.

I picked her a little more about how she come to be out there on Bums Corner and didn’t get hardly narry a straight answer from what she said. It wuz kinda hard to savy her lingo ennyways she talked about ninety five miles an hour and used words I ain’t never heard afore, but she ain’t lied yet about that shower, she shore as