Cash, Love, Guns & a Daisy by Daya Daniels

Daisy
Stupid-as-hell, dumb-as-rocks, backward, as slow as a three-toed sloth…Those are just some of the names I’ve been called all my life.Pa calls me “special” though, and I believe him with all the blood in my beating heart.The rest of the names people call me…man, oh man, do they hurt…but I don’t let folks know that. Until I met him.A man who’s a little like me.A man who I fell in love with on the first rainy day when I saw him.

Cash
I’m back in town after I thought I’d left this godforsaken place behind for good.My plan is to be in and out. Revive the family business. Make some money. Try not to kill anyone…Keep it all nice and neat.But a certain woman with pretty eyes, endless curves and a smile that sets my insides on fire is making it all real difficult…It ain’t easy being this way.But, if you make your bed, you must lie in it, right?A chosen few call me a hero. I say it’s horse manure. Nowadays, I’m just a dude whose parts don’t work as well as they used to. I’ve never thought of myself as being any sort of “special.”Not until I met her.Not until she told me so herself.