Rated PG. Contains non-explicit sex, accidental assault, and geological scatology.
By Heather Shaw
“Look, miss, I’m going to have to cut your hair to do this. Is that all right?”
She smiled at him from her upside-down, bent-over position, so he took that as a yes. He found an old pair of garden shears and took a hunk of her hair, gathered it into a rough ponytail, and hacked it off.
A pair of mountain bluebirds flew out from where the nest of hair had been.