I brought her Milky Ways and coffee with lots of cream and sugar. I couldn't say to the other guys she wasn't big, because she was. The beautiful girls in Hams Fork were mostly Mormons who lived in Utah and did not work for the Forest Service. On our dates Ash showed me where horned toads lived in the roots of sagebrush, and the little mountain scorpions no bigger than Lincoln's head on a penny. I tend to dream of fish.
Fish are a good thing.
The dreams that stood out in my memory were of railroad tracks, spiders, sex, and tornadoes. I said, not meaning it as a question. The freckled skin around her mouth tightened and her eyes became cautious. She studied me. She knew it was a line, and not a very good one.