kiwi cowboy style

When hamish picked me up from work last night, he went round to the far side of the truck and held the door open for me, had george strait playing. When we get groceries and wander to separate parts of the store, I glimpse his figure in passing and do a double take, checking him out before I fully realize that that's my boyfriend, I get to go home with that one. Even if we're fighting by the time we get home. I go back outside and stand just outside of the streetlight's reach and let the wet snow come down on me, cooling me off. He's taken over the cooking when I get back inside and instead of talking about what happened, he puts on Fishin in the Dark, wraps his arms around me and starts dancing. It's one of our most sacred songs and he starts swaying me real gently and slowly I soften and soon we're spinning and he's kissing my hand as it trails across his shoulder during a turn, looking me in the eyes as we go and the fight is left in the past.

To wrap the cedars in the yard in preparation for winter, he pulled out his lariat and roped them individually, then wrapped twine around them. His bullwhip lives in his truck.