Hairy Roadtrip
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 15
The dirty rat left me.
When practice was over and the place was clearing out ... the sheriff LEFT me. Things might have not been quite so bad but the women stayed ... all five of ‘em ... and Sally.
Bobby and Tommy made arrangements to meet Karen and Sally at Seven o’clock to set up at the Oasis Lounge in the Holiday Inn Thursday. They played Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday nights until close. Tuesdays and Wednesdays off. Wednesdays were new stuff practice. Although once a month Wednesday practice turned into Polka night ... like tonight.
“‘So ... this is the infamous Hairy Medicinewolf,” Sally said.
“Who?” questioned Wendy.
“That guy,” sated Sally. She not only pointed at me ... she thumped me in the chest.
“OW,” I said.
“No,” said Wendy. “That’s my husband, David.” She thumped me in the shoulder. “Who is Harry Medicinewolf?”
Karen wound up ... I stepped back ... Karen is a smith. I know better than to stand up to her thumps.
She turned her worst into a pointed finger...
<Nicely done, Miss Post.>
“It was wasn’t it,” Karen said ... disappointedly. She’d like nothing better than an excuse to knock me down.
“David is David,” said the Denver women ... all four of them. “Who is this Medicinewolf guy?”
Sally and Karen pointed at me. Karen said, “I’ve known him longer than any of you. He’s Hairy ... H A I R Y ... not Harry ... he is NOT a Harold. Take yer shirt off Hairy.”
I did.
“Eww,” said Sally.
“That shows how young you are, Sally. A fur pelt is warm in the lodge,” Karen said. “I’m for bed. I have classes in the morning and teach in the afternoon.” She walked to the painted lodge. “Goodnight. And keep quiet. Folks need their rest.”
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