The 1st Farmer
Copyright© 2023 by Adam.F
Chapter 2
Having spent one winter up north, I was in no mood to spend another, so as the seasons changed, I loaded my horse on a rail car and headed west, in the general direction of Texas. With my earnings I was able to afford a berth in the Pullman car.
It was during the journey that I heard about the land for sale in the Lower Rio Grande valley south of Texas. The train I was on would be picking up passengers in Kansas City for an excursion to the Magic Valley, where crops could be planted ‘year-round’, according to the spectators that sang their praise.
With nothing better to do I signed up to tag along; especially after meeting a comely young lady who was going along with her father on the trip.
So it was that I disembarked on a railway siding in a hastily built rural setting of Swallow Texas, that certain young lady had little in common with a former soldier and roughneck driller other than her chance to flirt a little bit.
I recognized her intentions soon enough but listened to her father’s spiel anyway, He was a consummate salesman. She drew potential suitors like a ripe fruit drew flies. But if one had a mind to just enjoy looking, he could settle on her looks and behaviour, just fine.
Coming from the hill country of central Texas, the flat countryside with its ugly mesquite and cactus shrubland that surrounded the railway siding was anything but pleasant, even in the early winter, the heat was welcome compared to the chilly winds that swept the Great Plains further up north.
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