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denim skirt, black T-shirt, black cowboy boots, and then she pulled her dark brown hair into a ponytail. She studied her reflection. Her eyes were her best feature.
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    She didn’t require much make-up because of her tanned skin from spending a lot of time outside studying weather patterns. Years of helping out on the farm had given her an athletic body. She ran two miles in the morning and three times a week worked out at the school gym. She grabbed her purse and then bolted out of the door.
    When she arrived at Spunky’s , she noticed Trina was already inside. This is a first.
    Normally she’s always late. Great. Now I’m never going to hear the end of it. She dug into her purse and splashed on some perfume and put on a little lipstick and eye shadow before getting out of the Jeep. She walked in amazed they had actually carded her. The band was taking a break so the cacophony of voices was the only sound. She scanned the crowd and saw Trina by the bar flirting with a couple of guys. She rolled her eyes. Her friend was always flirting. Her big brown doe eyes and round face pulled men right to her. George, on the other hand, repelled any potential suitor that hung around her for more than a few months. She figured it was her electric personality that ran them off and that she was only good for attracting storms.
    Her best friend smiled and waved her over to the bar. When she got close enough, Trina wrapped her arms around her in a bear hug. George had to pry herself away to catch her breath. “Where the hell have you been?” She hung her head. “I lost track of time at the office. Sorry.”
    “You and your weather experiments and balloons. Did you run into a twister today? I heard one touched down fifty miles from here,” Trina teased.
    Her friend had no interest in her storm chasing and wished that she wouldn’t do it at all because she didn’t want her to get hurt. “Yeah, we got some readings. That was what I was doing before I lost track of time. How was your day?” She shrugged. “Sucked until I met these two here.” Trina nodded to her left. “This is Cliff.” She gestured to her right. “This is Daniel.” Cliff had short black hair, was stocky, with a pockmarked face, and was dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. He smelled of horses. She noticed Cliff’s gaze was fixated on Trina’s low cut pink top. Both of them were probably hands on a local ranch or a farm.
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    had a faraway look to his eyes. She wasn’t sure of the color of his hair because it was under his hat, but it was short. He gave her a hesitant smile and tipped his hat.
    “Hey guys. Nice to meet you.”
    “You too,” Cliff answered.
    Daniel remained silent.
    “So what do you guys do?” George asked. Trina handed her one of the beers she had on the counter. She took it, but wasn’t in the mood to drink. Her mind was clouded enough from the events of the day. She thought coming here would get her mind off her brush with death and the unexplained cowboy, but it hadn’t.
    “We go to OU,” Daniel answered softly.
    “Really? I’m one of the professors there. What are you studying?”
    “Religious Studies,” he replied.
    “Nice. Good luck with it.” George saw the band reassembling on the stage. She really wasn’t into Daniel knowing he was at least ten years younger than her. She didn’t go for younger guys, at least not a decade younger, and it would be awkward if she ran into him on campus. Plus she could be fired for dating a student. She wasn’t about to let that happen. Trina really knows how to pick ’em. The band started playing a song. The lead singer’s voice had a sultry deep tone that she enjoyed. It was a cover of a song that she knew. Her thoughts traveled back to Jeremy in the van that morning. She knew it was real. It hadn’t been her imagination. The guy probably went back into the cornstalks and that was