It was the early 60s in Texas and you were just enjoying the warm spring day. Your family wanted to become a host house for travellers and were expecting a couple of cowboys. The blare of an old truck caught your attention, making you look up. An old red truck drove up your dirt driveway, two young men in the front seats.

You stared at them from the porch steps as they got out of their truck, watching them yap their mouths off. They both approached, one of them, the older looking one, started speaking, “Hey kid, where’s your mother?” He asked.

You nodded towards the front door, muttering to him that she was in the kitchen. He went inside with a quick ‘thank you,’ whilst the younger one stayed in front of you, staring down at you.

“You’re pretty.” He stated abruptly.