I was standing in line at a taco stand. this dusty Ford F-350 flat bed pick-up pulls into the parking lot. A group of six cowboys get out and head toward the taco stand. They get in line talking and joking amongst themselves. I make random eye contact with Kyle. I could tell he'd been working hard all morning because of the sweat marks on his otherwise spotless white t-shirt. Kyle smiles as if he knows what I'm thinking and gives me a quick nod. I quickly look away. I hear Kyle chuckle to himself.

Ain't seen you 'round here before. You just passing through or looking for trouble?