More Horses And Pretty Girls

Michael George

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Dave Sanders joins Linda, the love of his life in San Francisco. It's the sixties, and they immediately pick up on the lifestyle of the era and the city. Their life there is filled with joy and a lot of love, together and with others. Work is also filled with new adventures as Dave ventures into the new world of main frame computers, operating and programming.

When they leave San Francisco to return to the Midwest, they stop at Waterloo, Iowa, Linda's hometown. There, they get married and spend their wedding night with another couple, who are two old friends. It proves to be a memorable night.

They finally settle on a piece of land in Minnesota, northwest of Minneapolis. There is where they live out their lives, filled with nonstop love and adventure. Work, and the challenges of corporate life, followed by an independent life where he makes his own decisions is a big part of life for Dave. But for Dave, life with Linda was the best adventure of all, as their love continues to grow, no matter how many years go by.

Sujets

• Dráma
• Fiction

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• Publié par: Stratton Press
• Date de parution: 28 juin 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648954559
• Langue: English

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More Horses and Pretty Girls
 
 
 
 
Michael George

 

 
MORE HORSES AND PRETTY GIRLS
Copyright © 2021 Michael George
 
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ISBN (Paperback): 978-1-64895-454-2
ISBN (Ebook): 978-1-64895-455-9
 
Printed in the United States of America
 
 
Dedicated to my two brothers,
Bud and David George
 
For the times and stories we shared
And for the book we built together
Stories From Three Brothers
 

 
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49

 
Chapter 1
Linda’s friend, Mack, called it a symbol tree because it’s both an example of what life in this place once was and what life in this place has become. It’s a giant old oak tree. A magnificent example of a life form that began its journey over a hundred fifty years ago. It grew in a place that, until recently, was untouched by humans. At least, not by white humans. Which was the main reason it lasted so long.
Only a few years ago, it spread its branches over a wide expanse. Now the largest and widest spreading branches were barren of any life signs. They looked more like gnarled, old pieces of driftwood than tree branches. Looking at the tree with the right eye, one could easily see how it was a symbol of what once was. Look at it the way all too many did, and it was just a dying old eyesore that should be removed.
It was because it was close to a recently built road instead of deep in the woods where it originated that gave so many that impression. There was one powerful man in particular who hated the tree and constantly bitched that it should be destroyed. He was the man I was planning on paying a visit on this day. My kind of visit, not his.
I thought when I got there that the climb up the tree would be difficult. Carrying a rifle with a scope can be clumsy, but carrying it with the sling over my shoulder was relatively easy. The fact that all the lower branches were bare was a help too. The tree was also located in a spot that gave me the view I needed from fairly low in the tree.
I knew I wouldn’t get more than two chances and that if I needed to use the second chance, I’d likely miss. But when the limousine he was riding in slowed down as it got closer to the tree, I knew my chances were pretty good. Then he did something totally unexpected. He rolled down his window and poked his head and arm out. He shook his fist at the tree. Stupid. Really stupid.
I couldn’t help but smile as I took aim. When I was lined up with his forehead, I pulled the trigger. My aim was perfect, but I’m not going to describe the results of a high-powered bullet entering someone’s forehead. Almost anyone can imagine it. What might be a bit more difficult to imagine is how far the bullet went to improve life on earth.
I’d expected the car to stop after I shot him. I thought the driver would want to see who did it and maybe even take a shot at me. Instead, the limousine rapidly accelerated, leaving me alone to climb out of the tree, pack up, and get out of there.
I hadn’t gone out of my way to hide evidence or anything, so I expected that sooner or later, someone from the sheriff’s department would come around to, at minimum, question me. It never happened.
I have since talked to people from the sheriff’s department, especially Deputy Mack Thomas, but the subject of the killing has never come up. I often wonder if it isn’t more because of the way he felt about Linda than it is because he doesn’t know anything. I suspect, though, it had more to do with Linda. He cared deeply about her.
Or maybe it’s also that he just doesn’t care who did it. I think he’s grown ever more sick of people like the dead man and the constant harm they do to nearly everything they get near or touch.
The rumor is, there are just too many suspects to figure out who did it.
So I don’t think about it much anymore. Mostly, I like to look back and search through all the great memories. It was a long time ago, but San Francisco is one of the best. It’s where Linda and I started our wonderful life together.
 
Chapter 2
It was Saturday morning, my first Saturday morning in San Francisco. And I was having a hard time believing it was more than just a dream. Linda and I walked the short half block from her apartment to the taco stand on the corner. It was about nine, but they’d been open since eight, so the tacos were ready.
We each ordered one, along with a cold beer, and carried the tasty breakfast meals across the street and on to the beach. The sun was out and the surf was reasonably quiet, so we had a very pleasant walk along the shore. I couldn’t help compare this walk to one I took on a beach near Pensacola, Florida, not that long ago. The contrast between then and now, who I was then and who I am now, seemed huge.
Even if I’d been on the beach all alone, it would have been a big difference from what I remembered in Pensacola. With Linda by my side, it seemed almost impossible so much could have changed as radically as it had since then. And all the change was for the better.
I turned my head toward her, and she looked up at me and smiled. My heart missed a beat with her smile, and my head felt so light I had to stop for a second to take a deep breath. All I could do is wonder at the fact that I was actually where I was, and with her. Even though I’d wanted to visit this incredible city for a long time, it was being there with Linda that brought all that was happening to the place my dreams were made of. It was the sixties, San Francisco, and walking the beach with Linda. Unbelievable.
“Are you okay?” she asked when my move startled her.
“I’m fine,” I said, my face filling with a smile. “I just suddenly realized where I am and who I’m with. It was shocking to find myself so lucky. To know we will be walking together, not just today, but a lot of tomorrows too. And that I’m allowed to love you as much as I do.”
“You say some strange things sometimes, Dave. Nice things like saying you love me are the best of them, and not so strange, even if it was mixed into strange. Can you tell me where all that just came from?”
“From some old memories that tell me how lucky I am to be with you, here, today. Back then, in my wildest dreams, I couldn’t imagine life as good as it is today.”
“I’m not sure I understand. Why would some old memories make you feel so lucky all of a sudden?”
“Because I just realized nothing makes me as happy, satisfied, and feeling lucky, as walking along this beach with you, Linda. Nothing could. There has never been anything in my life as special as you.”
She laughed, took my hand, squeezed it, and leaned against me. So I laughed from the pure joy of her touch. We’d both been doing a lot of laughing the last couple of days, with life seeming to be so good. This time, though, it was even more special.
It wasn’t something that only seemed to be so incredibly good. It really was. Especially since our plans for our immediate future changed in the short time I’d been there.
Linda had planned to give a two weeks’ notice to her boss the day after I arrived in San Francisco, which was five days ago. Her boss convinced her to stay and work longer. Because she was the best computer programmer he had, he needed her to help complete a project they were working on.
She didn’t commit to it though, until after we talked it over. When I told her it was okay with me to stay longer, she told her boss she would work for a while, only with no definite date set for leaving. With her going to work every day, I knew I needed to find work somewhere. It was temporary, so I didn’t care much about what kind of work it was. My lo