Touchdown, New York City . . .
Dusty tipped his hat to the flight attendant as he exited the plane, and was pleased by her reaction - a little giggle and a smile that took years off her tired face. There was something to be said for the Stetson hat and cowboy boots, and good ol' boy Southern charm.
It was dark outside the terminal, but that was how he'd planned it, even if he'd had to make a few stops along the way. And why he was coming to New York - Los Angeles seemed far too full of sunshine for his liking. And he was damn tired of the obsession with the movies too - not to mention running out of excuses for not wanting to be in them. It wasn't that he didn't have a secret yen to be lusted over by millions, but questions were bound to be asked about why he never wanted to shoot in daylight.
He joined the queue for a cab, and leaned back with his hat tipped forward over his eyes during the journey into the city. He'd figure out what he was going to do there once he arrived . . . once he'd had a nice snack. Ah, bustling, teeming New York. Never a shortage of places to get a bite there.
It was dark outside the terminal, but that was how he'd planned it, even if he'd had to make a few stops along the way. And why he was coming to New York - Los Angeles seemed far too full of sunshine for his liking. And he was damn tired of the obsession with the movies too - not to mention running out of excuses for not wanting to be in them. It wasn't that he didn't have a secret yen to be lusted over by millions, but questions were bound to be asked about why he never wanted to shoot in daylight.
He joined the queue for a cab, and leaned back with his hat tipped forward over his eyes during the journey into the city. He'd figure out what he was going to do there once he arrived . . . once he'd had a nice snack. Ah, bustling, teeming New York. Never a shortage of places to get a bite there.