In the land of van GoghI have wandered by canals and dikesof blanketed hills,green-stemmed with gold-faced flowers.And of Vincent's worldI have whirled and danced amidst the oils of heaven's gloryretold in canvassed starry nights. Aisling Books / Magpie Tales
She had suffered a substantial loss while gaining something more elusive, and it felt odd to disclose that she had met the love of her life. But knowing was enough, and she never told anyone else. Yet, was it also enough to live life on a shoestring? Lydi was no longer used to such a life, though she had in her youth run away from home and experienced living rough for several years. This, however, was a long time ago and she was not quite sure how to live within her means any more.
Lydi had also recently lost her house to a man she had once known as gentle and kind. When they met Jeff was a wisecracking teen with photographic memory that he used to beat everyone he knew at chess, including herself. Now he had turned on her and checkmated her out of her house by making a calculated move to sit on the unpaid mortgage till the bank foreclosed and they both lost out. His point, she gathered, was simply for her not to have any of it, no matter that he shot his own self …
She leapt from the vehicle, yelling to the cowboy that he had crossed the line. And the rodeo princess dusted her jeans and adjusted her bra before spinning her rope into a dust bowl of lazing lizards, scattering them as she did and lassoing just for fun a few cactus that were in her way. Then she turned to the cowboy, awaiting an apology. But he spat and cursed her before popping the lid on a tall can of beer. She breathedslowly in and out, taking in every inch of his self-amused smile and then threw her rope, knot-tying him like a piece of chattel and hearing him swear like a moon-calf as her lasso got tighter and tighter. Oh, he whimpered and pleaded, saying he would never again take advantage of her. But it was too late for this cowboy. The rodeo princess had made up her mind. She would leave him there, a lone wolf among the coyotes, as she shifted into high gear.