No Ice Cream for a Cowboy

A building along the highway. White painted walls with green trim. A pink and blue neon sign: Open. A man in a cowboy hat leans on a counter, the summer sun beating on his back. He leans on a counter at a window in the white and green painted walls.

A woman looks out from inside. This is a motel; she is the clerk. The man stands there as you might at an ice cream stand. If you squint your eyes, she could be taking orders -- one scoop or two?

Ice cream.

This is summer. It is hot. Ice cream would probably taste mighty good right now. To both of them. But they probably don't sell it there, so he won't get a chance to find out just how good a cold scoop or two would taste.

Pity.

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rural Oklahoma in July

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