Unhurried

She walked in unhurried, her long grey hair braided down her back.

Her well-worn jeans and soft leather cowboy boots made her look as if she’d walked straight of a movie set, but this authentic Wyoming woman was the real deal.

She spoke slowly as she removed her wool duster and hat, propping her shotgun away from the curious eyes of the neighbor’s children. She nodded in greeting and began telling the story of the bear she’d warned of earlier that morning, while still in her pajamas.

“The bears are coming closer to the house this summer. He’ll be back,” she said, barely looking up as she took a long sip of steaming hot coffee.