Contributor: John Laneri
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It was another lazy summer day when I started toward Aunt Jillie’s Boarding House, a place most Texans refer to as the finest establishment in Neverton, a small community along the cattle trail to Fort Worth.
As I neared her front gate, I noticed a bicycle parked against a picket fence. Curious, I stopped to check it out.
“Why Sheriff Carson, you look like a young boy admiring a new toy.”
Turning about, I saw Jillie coming my way, her red hair glowing in the sunlight. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman I had ever known. I'd probably loved her since the first day we met some twenty years ago.
“I couldn’t resist the opportunity to look at a bicycle.”
She eased beside me and took my arm. “Then, take your time. We can look together.”
“These contraptions are interesting. I've been wanting to...
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John Laneri
