Morgan McCashland
The clouds were starting to roll, he noticed the sky taking on a deeper shade of blue to the west and knew his plans would have to wait. His heart began to swell just as the storm coming into the horizon creeped closer and closer. The town of 400 was empty on Main Street as usual. It was just a Tuesday, what was he thinking planning such a special day on to what was bound to be a disaster. He continued to walk down the middle of main street while beginning to notice the charm of his little village as if it was the first time he'd ever seen it. From the bottom of the hill he looked up. The street was wide, too wide for a normal street but that's what made it more special. Just then he looked down past his mud stained jeans onto his fresh pair of squared toed boots; the first rain dropped right above his big toe. He looked back up toward the water tower, the tallest feature in all of Coyote, Texas. Brick buildings on each side, most had been empty the past 20 years, were starting to decay. Bricks were falling off one by one like the way dirt erodes from the earth. He couldn't help but feel bad for them, like they had feelings or something. If those bricks could talk they could write a story that would last over 100 years. This was a cowboy town, better yet; this was a dying cowboy town. Most of his friends had left this place for something more, something more than an empty main street on a regular Tuesday night. He wasn't sure how he could convince himself to stay in a town mostly paved of dirt but it was all he knew. His throat began to close, his mouth was as dry as a Texas drought that only rained on the day he was about to ask the most important question of his life.
Landon had never been a planner, he lived day by day. Being a rancher in a town of 400 out in the middle of no where Texas, the usual day consisted of checking on the 15,000 cows on the farm and the 600 roaming carelessly in the pastures. He never truly loved anything until Sumer came into his life. He still remembers the first time he brought some yuppie, city girl back to the farm. Coyote, Texas wasn't really the ideal place to bring back the first girl you've ever loved.
Summer was just that, she was summer. The way the sun reflects off of the water on a bright day is how he felt whenever she smiled. Her brightness blinded him the moment they met. He couldn't help but notice her dark, distant eyes.