Silver and Turquoise

"Treat girl with some respect" I suggest to the drunk cowboy on the bar stool next to me. She winks and tells me she's used to it, say's he's kinda ride'n his own train, says he's kinda socially aggressive. He tells me he's got one of these BMW's like mine only a 650. Tells me he's 62 and bought it because they won't give him financing for a truck, "it's only a little truck", he says "but they won't give me the money no way's". Says "its's kinda like rid'n a horse, mostly ride off road anyways".
She tells me she's leaving this non progressive town, "head'n to the city", says she landed here three years ago, holding up three fingers cluttered with silver and turquoise. "It was a mistake: she says, "just had to get away from the ex".
It's an old western saloon Named "Dusters", established in 1880, same backdrop of a grand mirror and solid wood standing bar, where drunken cowboys fought for women and fired guns for no good reason. I can nearly hear the people 230 years ago whooping it up.
She's a little cold to start off with, I presume dealing with early afternoon drunks ain't always easy. She inquires if I want another DosXX's. "No,it's good I still have to ride out of this one horse town", She says "there's more than one way to ride a horse". So I say, "you got any experience in ride'n horses". She says, "a thing or two" and places another Dos xx's in front of me that I stair at with confusion.