Cowboys Don’t Kiss

Cowboys Don’t Kiss by Ken James.

I was in the Automotive section of K-Mart, scanning the stack of air filters for the right part number, when I noticed him. He was about thirty-five, dressed in a cowboy hat and boots, with an expensive western shirt and blue jeans. His body was slender but strongly muscled. His eyes were shadowed by his hat brim, but I could see he had a bushy moustache. He’d been staring at me for a couple of minutes.

• Cowboys Don’t Kiss by: Ken James