A bit more. . .

It was a wise thing to come under the cover of pre-dawn with just a sliver of moon to bounce off the tired plastic letters that announced the names of the various establishments--definitely not something the cowboy would have seen.

She eased the bike in a wide circle and left the way she came, pondering how to go about introducing herself to the little town. Were they progressive enough to accept a potential school secretary arriving on a motorcycle? Or would it be better to cut her auburn locks short, hide her barely-there feminine curves and take a breeches part. Maybe someone needed a good hand out on a ranch or farm badly enough that her gender wouldn't be an issue at all.

It would be so great not to have to play a part for a change, not have to worry if she was accurately staying in character. Relax. The world alone was heavenly to think about.

And dangerous.
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Today's word: breeches part