Speak your mind, but ride a fast horse
A few thoughts on recent writings. It turns out that leaping head first into writing a Western tale wasn’t as scary or as difficult as I thought. “Blood on the Ground” is scheduled to appear in an anthology of short stories before the year is out. Watch, as ever, this space. As usual when I begin a project, I researched the wiggins out of the subject (i.e. I searched the internet for ‘Cowboy slang’)*. Here are some of the more striking ones I found, some of which wormed their way into the story.
She’s a real lady of the line (prostitute).
He’s “airing the paunch”. (vomiting)
Never miss a good chance to shut up.
He’s all hat and no cattle.
Hot as a Whorehouse on Nickel Night.
Ugly as a Mud Fence.
She’s wearing the bustle wrong (pregnant).
He don’t know dung from wild honey.
If all his brains were dynamite, there wouldn’t be enough to blow his nose.
His moustache smelled like a mildewed saddle blanket after it had been rid on a soreback hoss three hundred miles in August.
That last one’s a bit specific, admittedly, but it gave me a smirk.
*You know how Google has become a verb – “I googled it”? What do those of us who use DuckDuckGo say? I duckduckgoed it, or I duckduckwent it?