Meeting

  A young man, wearing only a pair of cowboy cut Wranglers, ripped out at both knees, sits on the front porch of a weather beaten old trailer house at the end of a dirt road. He's smoking a filter-less Camel cigarette and playing "bobby McGee" on a worn out old fender acoustic guitar when a red Chevy blazer pulls into the Nascar track like gravel driveway.
 Two young women get out. One he knows, Terri, his old bosses daughter, the smaller prettier girl riding shotgun he hasn't met, she looks famililar in the way that everyone in a small town does.  
 "What's up Butterscotch?" he says to Terri, addressing her by the nickname he gave her.
 "Not a lot Snowflake" she replies, using the name she had just randomly assigned him one day. He looks at Terri like a little sister, and is pleased she stopped by.
 "Who's your road dawg, butterscotch?" he asks, eyeing the pretty stranger leaning against the hood of the blazer.
 "I'm Aubrey" the girl introduces herself.
 "Howdy, I'm Ditch" He replies, waiting for the question about his name.
 Aubrey wrinkled her nose in confusion, "Ditch? Why they call you Ditch?" She asks.
 He smiles broadly "I'm good at leavin." She just looks more confused and he just laughs and says "Y'all wanna come in?"
 "Actually, I was wondering if you had any weed" Terri says.
Ditch's answer is a simple "Duh" as he bids them enter the trailer.
 The walls are plastered with Hank III posters and flyers from various parties and shows, a rebel flag with "HELLBILLY" scrawled across it hangs prominently above the couch and a Russian SKS stands in the corner.
 Theres a 357 s&w on top of his his coffee table. He opens the drawer underneath the table and pulls out a one gallon  Ziploc bag full of pot, throws a nice bud on the table, right next to the pistol. and deftly rolls a joint which he hands to Aubrey first.
 "New person takes the first hit." She lights it and inhales deeply, obviously not a novice.
 "Whats with the guns?" she asks as she passes him the joint.
 "Whatta bout em?" he replies deadpan. She leaves it at that and they finish the joint. He can feel her eyes on him, reading his many tattoos, probably wondering what some of them mean.
 He has the word "Outlaw" tattooed across his shoulders, on his throat are two crossed colt peacemakers aimed up towards his jaw, "rebel" is stamped on his forearm and his bicep bears a dragon above the Harley emblem.
 She isn't sure what it is about him but he arouses her curiosity, he's completely unlike anybody else in Salvation Kansas. He's obviously only a few years older than her but theres something in his eye that tells her he's seen more life than most of the people in that town.
 She's sure about one thing though, this definitely won't be her last trip to his trailer.