Cowgirl Love By Gary V. Powell

Published On Tuesday, April 17, 2012. Under: Featured, Powell.
She was pretty as the Sierra Madres in winter, leaving her girlfriends behind to sip their beers. The boy she danced with couldn’t rope calves much less break broncos, while she could have ridden bulls into the ground. I sipped Bourbon and watched her rhinestones shimmer, her hips sharp enough to rip denim.