The rain had settled the dust on the track, not enough to make mud, just enough to keep it from clouding around her boots. She could see the diamond drops on the grass along the trail as she watched the butterflies stop to drink from the tall grasses. It would be muggy before too long, just enough rain to up the humidity. She hated humidity, that constant wet soggy feeling on your clothes. And what it did to her hair, unbelievable. She joked she looked like a dandelion gone to seed but that’s how she felt especially now that her hair had gone gray or platinum as she liked to think.
God knows why she left the house in jeans and boots, at least she’d put on a tank top, not that it mattered. The sweat ran down her face, through her eyes, and dripped off her chin. Her shirt was soaked already and stuck to her ribs. Her sports bra was soaked and her nipples showed. She longed to strip down and dive into the creek. Suck it up girl this isn’t a walk in the park.
Some fool had left the gate open and the dog had run off, again. Each time it happened she swore she would give the dog away, tired of her shit, literally. She never failed to run into the cow pens and roll in the shit, and then she headed to the horse stalls and ate horse shit. Gross. What would make a dog do such a thing? She was well fed and cared for. Perhaps something was missing in her diet. She’d read that people who were lacking minerals in their diets would eat dirt. Whatever, it was gross.
She didn’t blame the dog for taking a romp, she was lacking in exercise, cooped up all day. Why couldn’t she just head for the fields and run it out? Take a dip in the clean creek instead of the cattle pond filled with cow shit. Evie couldn’t find her on the farm and assumed that she had had her fun and run off toward the woods to chase squirrels. That’s what inspired the boots and jeans; briars, snakes, and spiders. Evie wished she’d grabbed a bottle of water on the way out the door. It must be close to a hundred degrees already and it wasn’t noon yet. God she hated Texas in the summer.
She walked along the track calling the dog, she really needed to name her, damn you didn’t sound good ringing in the air. However, it did make her laugh. Come here damn you, come on damn you. It didn’t matter what she called the stupid dog she wouldn’t listen anyway.
Evie came upon the old abandoned bridge. She had forgotten about it, it had been such a long time since she’d come this way. She had heard that there used to be a farm trail leading to town many years ago. The bridge was still here but probably not safe for anything but foot traffic. The river that once flowed under the bridge was long gone, rerouted to serve the community. Still it was pretty cool. She used to come here as a child and sit and make up stories about the bridge and the trips it afforded the local people. Families loaded on buckboards headed to town and church, semiannual trips to community gatherings for picnics and dances. Sometimes she wished that she had lived back then, and then she came to her senses.