In this Christian western short story, fifteen years after the Civil War, Matt Taylor comes through Tucson as part of his travels. He stops at the local Cafe, meets a woman he instantly falls in love with, only for her father, a former Confederate Colonel to order him to leave town. Matt doesn’t, the Colonel tries to bribe some Bandidos to force Matt to leave, but instead, his daughter is kidnapped. So, Matt and the Colonel have to lay aside their differences to rescue her. Find out if they do in this short story.
Dust Storm Excerpt
The dust storm had him all turned around. Matt Taylor was on his way to Tucson, Arizona, when he woke up two days earlier to a raging dust storm. His horse wasn’t too happy with having to carry him in through the dust, and there was dirt in everything, including the saddle bags that had his and the horse’s food in them. Matt did the best he could to clean up his campsite, then he saddled his horse, and headed off in what he hoped was the direction of the Arizona town. Two days later, the storm settled down, and Matt discovered that he was less than a mile from Tucson.
He made his way into town, feeling a might hungry, so he headed for the building that had Rachel’s Café printed on a sign above the door. He was wearing his Union long coat from his days fighting in the War, which he took off before he went inside the Café because it was covered in dust and grime, and he didn’t want to make whoever worked at the Café have to clean up after his mess. Matt tied his Palomino to the hitch in front, and made his way into the Café.
The Café was fairly quiet for so early in the day. A couple of young looking cowboys were eating and playing a quiet game of checkers. Matt took a table nearest the door, took off his Cavalry hat, and looked at the menu to see what he wanted to eat. A couple minutes later, a sweet sounding feminine voice asked, “Can I help you?”
Matt looked up, only to be struck by the beauty standing in front of him. Her hair was chestnut colored, with a pony tail that went to the middle of her back. Her eyes were the greenest orbs he had ever seen, her skin was lightly tanned due to the Arizona sun, she was slender, and he noticed that she certainly wore her dress well. Over the past fifteen years, he hadn’t been around women much, so he had hoped he didn’t look like he was ogling her. There was just something about her that made her different, but he didn’t know what, and after clearing his mind, he said, “Uh, yes, ma’am. I’m mighty hungry, ma’am. I’d like a steak, mashed potatoes, a couple of biscuits, and some sarsaparilla if you’ve got it. I’d also like to know you’re name, if that’s all right with you. I go by Matt Taylor.”