This is a lot of grass to cut

Dakota choked on the stench of horse, whiskey, and man-sweat that her face was buried in. For a moment her eyes twitched as the vaguely cowboy-ish form standing bravely in front of her became a vaguely secret service-ish form standing bravely in front of her. Dressed in a black suit and regulation uninteresting tie, he […]

Dakota realized being at the White House was like visiting a rich relative’s house; everything looks perfect and you’re not allowed to play with any of it. She was now on hour two of the tour and swiftly running out of tricks to keep her from a newsworthy suicide attempt at the hands of the […]