Princess Tequila- Chapter 3 by Legolasagna, literature
Literature
Princess Tequila- Chapter 3
Morning near a port city is a beautiful thing. Brandy woke early, as the dust ground was still cold. Hardy, dry shrubs held the dirt together on the slope before him. The skyline consisted of stunted gray rectangles strung together by the threads that were telephone wires. When he squinted, the silhouette of a bridge materialized over the harbor. It was still perhaps another three hours to the city itself, but already there were traces of wild blurring into industry. Paper cups and filmy plastic bags hid the leeward side of large rocks. The smell was of the salt sea and the acrid emission from vehicles. All of this was new to Brandy, who had
Princess Tequila- Chapter 2 by Legolasagna, literature
Literature
Princess Tequila- Chapter 2
Chapter 2: First roads
Vega waited, crouched to the ground, her long ears pricked receptively. Her heart made small, fast leaps- her pupils were large and full in the dusky light, fixed straight ahead at one spot on the moss ahead of her.
An enormous crow, glossy and intelligent, rustled about the spot that Vega eyed with intensity. He dug the springy mud with his crooked talons, and finding nothing, wandered to the next spot, and the next, until at last, he was directly in Vegas area of focus. She erupted from her hiding place. An onlooker would have seen a tawny-black band, stretching and snapping with every long stride of her rangy
Gertrude Fairfax Memorial Ranch is new and flashy. The fences are shocking white; the barn immaculately red. The latches on the gates and doors glimmer with a newly-minted silver polish, and there is a glossy 2005 Lexus SC parked on the shallow asphalt slope winding through the premises.
Twenty-year-old Phillip Fairfax is telling you about GFM and doesn’t see you staring at his car. He is sturdy, good-looking and short-haired. He appears effortlessly, though not haughtily, rich.
You try to call him a brat in your head, but can’t quite do it.
He is putting his keys in his pocket when you catch a glimpse of a photo keychain, an acc
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