Jack Vettriano Just Another Day

Jack Vettriano Just Another DayJack Vettriano her Secret lifeJack Vettriano Dancer for Money
A few weeks later on the Saturday he threw all Stoutamire’s dirty horse blankets into the back of his pickup and took them down to the Quik Stop Car Wash to turn the high-pressure spray on them. When the wet clean blankets were stowed in the truck bed he stepped into Higgins’s gift shop and busied himself with the postcard rack. “Ennis, what are you lookin for rootin through them postcards?” said Linda Higgins, throwing a —he pinned it up in his trailer, brassheaded tack in each corner. Below it he drove a nail and on the nail he hung the wire hanger and the two old shirts suspended from it. He stepped back and looked at the ensemble through a few stinging tears.sopping the garbage can.“Scene a Brokeback Mountain.”“Over in Fremont County?”“No, north a here.”“I didn’t order none a them. Let me get the order list. They got it I can get you a hunderd. I got a order some more cards anyway.” “One’s enough,” said Ennis.When it came—thirty cents