draggled-edge

Updated: July 23, 2025

And the face under it, in spite of the red tip to the nose and the puffs under the eyes, might have belonged to a lady. Anyway, there was traces of good looks there. But the rusty black cloak that hung limp over the sagged shoulders, only part hidin' the sloppy shirt waist and reachin' but halfway down the side-hiked, draggled-edge skirt that's the sure mark of a female party.

Sewell Ford - Shorty McCabe on the Job