Border Town Girl
“HE SAT up with a start, feeling for the keys in his pocket as he turned, feeling the keys at the same instant he saw the car, as he saw Diana sleeping beside him. He exhaled slowly. There was a tang of burning cedar scrub in the air and he heard the distant tank-tankle of goat bells.
Sleep had ironed out the torment in her face, so that she looked almost childlike. She lay on her left side, facing him, both hands with the palms together under her cheek. A thick rope of blonde hair lay forward across her throat. Her knees were bent and thrust forward toward him. The line of her waist dipped sharply inward and then mounted high over the round crest of hip. He lit a cigarette and watched her in the gathering darkness as he smoked, thinking that few things in the world are more beautiful than the line of hip and flank of a sleeping woman.
His watched had stopped at four. The car clock would still be operating. Soon it would be time to turn back to town.
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