by Dani Putney I can’t take my eyes off:You clasp a chilled Coors Light,shuffle Ariat boots,adjust your rodeo hat.The girl to your left tells a story,maybe about her day at work,maybe nothing at all.Your crush is obvious despitethe flames in my eyes,the bonfire between us,the smoke engulfing my brain. It’s possible she doesn’t knowwhat you’re hiding behinda hazel gaze and Read More