Lula, at 60, was too old to be a whore, and too smart to be a madam. Scratching a living from the arid Oklahoma soil did not appeal, and she never did cotton to book learning.
But she was smart. Real smart.
She opened a saloon in the center of town and bought into the General Store. She spent her afternoons serving whiskey and wit, and her nights walking with the Goddess moon.
And when the young women came to her for advice, she smiled. When they came to her with a sneer, she laughed.
Liz Husebye Hartmann
(95 words)
This week's genre is Western. Your story must contain four of something.


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