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MaineWriter:
Colson and Ellery liked eggs, sausage, and doughboys for breakfast...not Trix!
mariez:
where Colson likes to bird-watch:
It took more than ten minutes, in the end. Colson needed a ladder to get the feeder down where it hung off the eaves, before he could add the mounting and screw it to the pole he had pounded into the ground in the middle of the back yard, far enough from overhanging tree branches so that Greybeard the tomcat could not mount another assault.
notBastet:
--- Quote from: mariez on November 09, 2007, 11:56:00 am ---where Colson likes to bird-watch:
It took more than ten minutes, in the end. Colson needed a ladder to get the feeder down where it hung off the eaves, before he could add the mounting and screw it to the pole he had pounded into the ground in the middle of the back yard, far enough from overhanging tree branches so that Greybeard the tomcat could not mount another assault.
--- End quote ---
that is one of my favorite scenes!
belbbmfan:
as in Zane Grey's Last Trail
Colson stopped at the grocery store on the way home and picked up some food and then headed back to Ellery’s house, fixed himself some lunch, and changed into the new boots. He tried to turn on the video recorder but had not figured out how it went on with the television, so he looked through the books, finding a section of Zane Grey westerns.
He was deeply engrossed in “The Last Trail,” stretched out on the sofa with a pot of chili simmering on the stove when Ellery’s Monte Carlo came into the carport. He stepped in the door moments later and saw Colson in a snug pair of new Wranglers, a pristine white shirt, and brand new boots, and whistled.
“I died an went ta heaven. Whose this cowboy lyin here in my living room I wonder?” he said in a sultry voice.
mariez:
Colson's first love.
“You never was with anyone else?”
Colson shook his head. “Never wanted ta. I was lonely. Shit...was I lonely. Never told em. We only saw each other sometimes. This...” he tapped a finger on the cover of the journal...“this was from when we met, we went on a cattle drive up in Indian country together. Lonely as fuck, all alone most a the time, with a whole herd a bawlin cattle goin a auction, old ones a veal calves takin up the rear, an we was at the rear. He wrote a few things down, bout how he felt. Things he never said.”
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