Tourist
She was nervous and excited about visiting out of state for the first time by herself. She chose Dallas because of her love of the classic show she watched in syndication as a kid. She also heard Yellowstone was shot there, not to mention it being a cowboy heaven. When she got there, she was surprised to see it was not like the TV or in movies. The Dallas/Fort Worth area was a huge metropolitan area, rival to any urban center in the US. Looking through the hotel's brochures, she wanted to see something of that old cowboy era.
She decided on the Stockyards in Fort Worth. It seemed like a fun place to visit. You had the cattle drive through twice a day. You had a petting zoo and other attractions. It looked fine and then she saw a brochure that really caught her eye. Hold on, she thought. Is that a ghost tour? There was a ghost tour that started in the Stockyards. Immediately intrigued, she made reservations and found her way that night to the Stockyards. This was everything she had wanted when she had come to Fort Worth. It was called Cowtown for a reason. Well, there was more cattle business that went on say, 100 years ago; however plenty still was going on. She was so engaged with the sights and sounds.
As the tour group gathered the guide Tex revealed himself. He was a redheaded, tall man with a little bit of a dadbod. He had piercing blue eyes and a long red beard sprinkled with white. She did not know that he immediately noticed her before she had even given him a thought; she was short 4'7", his biggest turn-on. She had beautiful, curly hair, a beautiful caramel skin, the mixture of a Latina and Asian Pacific in her face, and oh my goodness, her smile. Marlowe once asked of Helen of Troy. "Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" As with Helen's face, so her smile could cause any mortal to lose sense of their sanity just to have this smile directed at them.
He wore a cowboy hat that had been specially customized for him, as he pointed out as they passed the store that had done it. He knew where his bread was buttered and even though you did not pay for that endorsement, you were going to get it. He had on a button down Western shirt, the traditional, cowboy Wrangler's jeans, and boots that were also purchased at a famous downtown shop. This was everything she had wanted when she came to visit the Dallas area.
Unaware of what the night would entail, she had worn a blue-themed, flowy sundress covered in flowers. It was simple, but she looked so cute. Her hair was appropriately curled, her sandals were cute and more than anything, she looked pretty and she knew it. The tour guide definitely reiterated her opinion; he admittedly could not stop staring. To be honest, she didn't mind that; she couldn't stop staring at him.
There still seemed something off about him. His personality did not look like he belonged in that cowboy hat and the cowboy boots. Something was just... undefinable. She couldn't get enough of his accent or impeccable manners and courtesy. He helped every lady up the stairs. He would tip his hat when a lady would walk past and told the story of the old Texas cowboy with his actions.
