Dusty--
Dusty slowly stepped out of her truck, she didn't want to give her keys to the guy that was supposed to go park it, what was it called again, valley. Didn't matter, she didn't need it, she could park her own car. She had to let the guy park it though. She watched as they pulled her bags and trunk from the bed. She was going to be here for a while, her dad had made sure of it. She looked at the guy who was waiting for her keys.
"Listen, bud, you put a scratch or anything else on this I'll hog tie you and hang you from the rafters."She snapped tossing him a key. She hooked her carabiner of keys back onto her jeans and walked after the people with her lugage. She walked to the counter and looked at the guy in front of her. His name tag read "Tex". "You don't look like a Texan to me." She said crossing her arms. "Names Dusty White, my dad made a registration."
