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Deep in a quiet valley in the Texas Hill Country fifty miles northwest of San Antonio, a remuda of feral cowgirls had camped for the night. Disdaining male company for the evening, they spread out in the grass and rocks to celebrate the cool night of the late spring in Texas. Bottles were passed and as the full moon rose howls and yips floated up
through the moist, still air. Listening from a nearby hill, the late Ace Reid, the sometime cartoonist and artist, commented, "I thought I heard a bunch of coyotes howling." Thus begins the tale of the Coyote Cowgirls. The next morning |
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the cowgirls struggled out from under the remnants of their wasted camp, restored things to a casual order and brewed some cowgirl coffee. Gael set out a hasty but tasty breakfast as they considered their options. Terry Sue rolled open the faded map she always carried and placed it before them. As their eyes strained to focus on the twisting, colored lines and squirming seriffed text, Terry Sue said "Yeah, I know it's hard
to read, but it's all we got. *Pick a spot." Anna let another sip of coffee trickle slowly out of her cup and into her mouth. As they huddled closer, over the map, a single, renegade coffee drop escaped from the corner of Anna's lips and hit the map below. *"There's a spot now"! cried Jolene. They all looked closer and saw that the drop of coffee had landed squarely on a small dot on the map. Terry Sue pulled out the magnifying glass that she always carried and peered intently at the refracted image in it's face. "I think it says Comfort." she volunteered. "Comfort...?" they all echoed. "Pretty sure." said
Terry Sue.
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\*A SPOT
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