The Wind and El Ranchero
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The mustache storm was slam dancing through Kotterill, lightning like wizard’s conjures, wind that was roof hunting.
Gramma Ackerman named ‘em mustache storms, because the evergreens on Pike Hill swayed so much you could see the giant mustache of the plaster gaucho head on the roof of the El Ranchero Restaurant three blocks away.
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