The human tornado.
The rancher's daughter.
The reason I drank coffee.
The reason I needed a beer this early in the morning.
The reason I regularly consider moving to another state.
A second later, I heard it.
Squish.
Squish.
Squish.
The Magnolia Ladies collectively gasped.
I opened my eyes.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
Then I looked toward the door.
Sadie stood there wearing faded blue jeans, a flannel shirt, and cowboy boots.
Cowboy boots covered in horse manure.
Fresh horse manure.
The trail stretched across half the tavern floor behind her.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
Sadie blinked.
Looked down.
Looked back up.
"Oh."
Mrs. Jenkins pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Oh?" she repeated.
Sadie smiled.
"I guess that explains the smell."
The Magnolia Ladies nearly fell out of their chairs laughing.
I dropped my forehead into my hand.
