The Dallas Respite

Hank Lands in Dallas

“Well, as I live and breathe! Uncle Leo’s countenance lit up at the site of a disheveled Hank at his front door. Little Hank! How long’s it been?”

Hank was unsure of his decision to drop in unannounced. The prairie fire scent clinging to his clothes and hair no doubt was incommensurate with the lovely azaleas fronting the magnificent structure of Uncle Leo’s dwelling. Now, standing on the Persian rug in Leo’s living room with his stained boots, Hank furtively announced that he was merely “passing through.”

“Nonsense!” came Leo’s reply. “You look like you got some work in ya. How ’bout yer own room, a clean bed and three squares a day in exchange for some honest labor?”

After three weeks of working out of Leo’s shop, consisting of basic woodworking and occasional arc welding, Hank had $300 in his pocket to add to the $42 he carried into Dallas – road money to convey him further west.

The restlessness had returned, and Hank felt the Caprock whispering to him in the Dallas nights where he lay in his bed, reading Leo’s books on the Texas Comanche culture.

______________________________

Good afternoon, blog readers! I have decided while I await delivery on new watercolor supplies to go ahead and sketch out some Hank stories to accompany watercolors I have already completed for my Turvey’s Corner series. Thank you for following the series, and I sincerely hope you enjoy reading the short sketches and looking at the completed paintings.

I create art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

One Response to “The Dallas Respite”

  1. studio reinaldo amaral Says:

    Hi! https://reinaldoamaral.net/galeria/index.php/home/brasil-central

    >

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: