Jack and Ennis, still at the Lazy L, this one in response to a "buying a car" prompt. 244 words.
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“Y’know, cowboy, yer gonna be driving back and forth t’Riverton, four or five times a year t’pick up the girls, we might wanna think ‘bout buyin’ a car.”
“A car,” said Ennis. “I ain’t ever owned a car.”
“Yeah, well,” said Jack, “I think it’s a damned sight more comfortable for Jenny and Junior to have a back seat, not be squished three across in the front seat of a truck. Besides,” he added, “we have a car, I might be able t’go with ya too, help with the drivin.’”
Ennis thought about this for a minute. What Jack said made sense. “Okay, then,” he said. “What kinda car? And don’t suggest no fuckin’ Cadillac, I hate those flashy pieces o’shit.”
Jack smiled to himself. He never cared for Lureen’s red Cadillac, either. He thought about cars he had seen on the road. “We could get a station wagon,” he said.
Ennis frowned. “Station wagon? Too fuckin’ domestic,” he said.
Jack laughed. “Okay, how ‘bout a Corvette.”
Ennis looked at him, incredulous. “Last time I looked, cowboy,” he said, “Corvettes only had two seats.”
“How ‘bout a Ford Pinto?” said Jack, with a small smile.
“A Ford Pinto?” said Ennis. “Are you nuts? That’s a little matchbox piece o’shit. Not sure my legs could even fit in a fuckin’ Ford Pinto. Why are ya even suggestin’ this?” he asked.
“’Cause it’s named after a horse?” said Jack, giving Ennis a poke in the ribs.