Calling by Joe Samuel Starnes

Author:Joe Samuel Starnes [Starnes, Joe Samuel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-4532-2085-6
Publisher: MysteriousPress.com/Open Road
Published: 2014-05-29T22:46:00+00:00

H-TOWN!

AT TWENTY-SEVEN, Timber was a drinker. The bright lights of Houston, Texas, a world away from Whitcomb, Louisiana, summer 1979, another party, this one a celebration of KIX 97 FM’s new status as the number one country station in Texas, automatically making it number one in the U.S., number one in the world. He’d grown into a big man, six feet two inches tall, 220 pounds, with broad shoulders and thick forearms. The boyish baby fat that he’d always carried had faded away. He wore his nondescript brown hair blown straight back and down past his collar. Except for the long hair, he looked just like Daddy, something he tried not to think about.

He ordered two tequila shots, sliding one in front of a girl he just met. She was from Corpus Christi, eighteen, moved to Houston fresh out of high school to try out for the Derrick Dolls, the Houston Oilers cheerleaders. She said her last name was Thompson, or something like that, hard to hear at the bar, but her first name was Maria and she said it with a slight accent, explaining that her mother was Mexican, maiden name of Rodriguez. She had long dark hair brushed straight back, falling down around her waist, flicking her bare midriff below the blue tube top, tight white pants hugging her hips, her ass shaped like two bubbles resting on the bar stool. Every man that walked by ogled her, eyes roaming down.

Timber ignored the gawkers and guided her in the tequila shot. He licked the salt off the back of her hand, downed the shot glass and bit the lime. She followed him eagerly, licking the salt off his hand, tossing back the glass and twisting up her face as she took a bite of the lime wedge. She was drunk, clinging onto his arm as she told stories, her breath hot in his ear, the music loud, Lynyrd Skynyrd, tunes he couldn’t play on a country format but songs he liked to hear when he was getting a buzz on, even if it was a Monday night and he had to be on the air at six o’clock Tuesday morning.

A tall man in denim and a white cowboy hat with long dark hair jutting out from under it sidled up to him and stuck out his hand, said he was Bobby-Ray-Larry, something like that. Timber couldn’t hear with the music blaring, the boisterous chatter of radio personalities, sales people and all sorts of hangers-on carrying on about one thing or another, half an hour past midnight, tequila flowing.

Bobby-Ray-Larry had a firm handshake and was in a band from Nashville that had played earlier at a small club on the outskirts of town. Timber had not seen the show but thought he’d heard of the group, a decent sound but maybe a little predictable. The faux cowboy singer gave Timber a cassette, an advance copy of a record due out later in the fall, and asked him to listen.

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