Loose Lips

Billy Van, who truth to tell needed his eyeglasses updated, realized his mistake. "Sorry guy. For a minute there I took you for a heifer." He assumed an evil grin. "You might think about getting a haircut maybe."

Leroy fished out his sunglasses and shoved them on, even though it was just past ten o'clock at night. He thought maybe this would make the Satanic Cowpoke go away, but no such luck.

"Say, fella," Billy Van went on, "could you tell me if that road over there runs up to West Hills Circle?"

Without thinking Leroy nodded, only then beginning to wonder why Billy Van Saxgutter and his Rodeo of Doom might want directions to the street where his mother lived.