Smooth And Frisky - II
When the cowgirl shot after the brothers, she was fully aware of the mark that would be imprinted into their minds. She knew what the consequences would be. That the brothers would never let it slip but she ignored that. Her decision might have been quickly made but that was because the only thing she wanted to do was to retaliate for what they did and not to leave those bastards go away without the pay back.
The moment when she pointed the rifle out of the window was special in a few ways. Firstly, before she recovered from the shock, it had been the sudden rise of wind that had forced the window to open providing a little step forward towards her consciousness.
Secondly, the wind brought in a cloud of dust that ended up in her eyes making her to awake from the shock.
The slightly odd or to some extent mysterious thing here is that neither the wind in this area ever blows that strong nor the dust moves sufficiently high enough above the ground to be able to enter people’s homes, yet it did.
Behind many subtle implications lie a bigger pictures of something that’s not normally present. We can see it only if we pay attention to its outcomes. Just like the case of random sparks when touching some random surfaces led to discovery of the phenomenon of electricity.
Have you ever walked down the street and got a dry flying dandelion touching your shoulder? Did it make you look at any specific direction? Or maybe a leaf dropped on your nose aching for your attention in an area where there are no threes around? Did you touch something and got a spark between the surface and your finger? Can it be that all those things are trying to communicate something more complex?
In the context of this story, the wind smacked the window and the dust entered the room. While the cowgirls man was being dead outside the cottage and his blood was soaking in the sun-dried soil. Can it be that in this case of the wind and the dust there is some other phenomena, we don’t fully understand, manifesting itself?
She pointed out the rifle and there was no doubt about what she had to do; but now she has wrapped up her things and she’s on the run.