Walk It Off

Sal's Bar is a dive. Landon knows this. So what is she doing here? Who is this girl with legs that run marathons through a man's head? She asks if he wants to have a little fun. Something doesn't seem right, but in Burge, nothing really does. Unable to turn down the opportunity, despite the disturbing presence of her cousin, Landon finds himself behind the wheel of the worst night of his life.

She approaches you with a smile. She confesses she's been watching you. She has a proposition for you. Your car against theirs; American Steel. It's only for fun, she says. There's no harm in playing. Loser buys beers, she says. Landon couldn't say no if he wanted to. In the tiny town of Burge, Texas, this sort of opportunity didn't often arise. It had nothing to do with the race. It was her; this long legged, tan skinned, tightly packaged brunette with lips like fashioned wax and eyes that didn't allow for the word no. Landon may have been the first to say it, had he followed his gut. Of course, how could he disappoint her? Despite her cousin's odd behavior and the ever present chill wrapping around him through the steamy summer night, Landon finds himself in his Mustang with her beside him. Sometimes it's best to let the pretty ones be. Sometimes a situation presents itself that you should simply walk away from. Sometimes, a man's ego gets the best of him. Sometimes, it's a woman that takes the rest.