A Matter of Trust

Sure is quiet without Housty around; she’s gone to try and patch things up with her folks, said she’ll be back in a week. I hope it works out, and not just because her father’s a wealthy man. Course Housty wouldn’t be Housty if she didn’t go without leaving me something to think about. We’d already spent the morning in bed when she snuck under the blanket to toot my flute one more time. A beautiful act of love, I thought, but it wasn’t quite so.

She smiled a satisfied smile when she’d done. 

‘Just making sure you’re running dry so you’re less likely to go astray while I’m away,’ she said. 

Minx. Sure was nice though.

Since she took my horse I ain’t likely to stray far anyhow. Danged woman ain’t gone but a couple of hours and I’m missing her already. Well is she in for a surprise, cause I’m gonna prove she can trust me and she’ll be real proud of me when she gets back; I’m gonna take the one job I know I can get. It’s a long walk into town but if I set off now, I might just make it by nightfall.