Just a start, help me out!
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|Mon, 02-21-2000 - 11:21am|
Just a start, help me out!
I hadn't wanted him to leave when he had recieved the news. Even more so when they took him over seas. Nevertheless, I moved on, praying that he'd come home safe and sound. The weeks turned into months and then they came. Those horrible people came to tell me he was gone. Gone forever.
My heart shattered to pieces. He had been the only man I could ever love outside of Christ himself. My husband was gone. I withdrew into myself for days. I moved around my home, doing the things I had always done. However, I was a shell of the person that I had been before.
It was when I pulled out the ledgers to find that we were coming on some hard times. The ranch had no one to take care of it, but myself. And it was the inheritance for the two little ones that ran around my feet. My twins, our twins.
I came out of the shell and began to fight for my land and my children. And it is here that I stand staring at a foreign trailer before me. inside held two costly prizes that I hoped would save the ranch.
When he stepped off the trailer ramp with the large stallion I felt my heart stop. Not for the stallion alone, but for the man holding the lead line to that stallion's halter. He looked at me and I saw the deepest set of blue eyes ever. He nodded and led the stud before me. I averted my attention back to the horse.
I eyed the animal and my heart soared. He was beautiful. A deep, rich bay with a blaze and four white socks. He moved with grace on all four hooves. I love this animal at first sight.
I turned back to his handler and stared at the second costly item to the list. The stallion's trainer and my new foreman, Zane Garrick.
He came highly recommended by my husband's closest friend, Steve Avery. Steve had found the two while I tried to settle the accounts that had gone untouched in the time that my husband had left.
I moved toward the stud and held out my hand for the lead line, trying to keep from staring at him. Zane handed the line to me and I slowly led the horse away from him. Tremors began to shake the horse's body. Soothing words from me calmed him. I stroked his neck, then his body as I moved around him. He enjoyed the extra attention and his eyes began to droop.
I moved back to his head and led him to his new home. "Maggie?"
I turned back to Zane when he had said my name. "Yes, Mr. Garrick?"
"I should probably take him."
I faced the man. "Mr. Garrick, first off this is my ranch, you are my foreman. In order for this horse to get to know me and his new home I need to begin to handle him. Secondly, you will call me Ms Travis. Do you understand?"
"All to clearly," Zane remarked.
"Thank you," I replied and turned.
It was then that I saw two little heads peeking from around the stand of trees in the yard. They stared at the horse with longing eyes. I nodded to htme and they rushed over as fast as they knew how when a strange horse was on the grounds.
"Mama, can we ride him?" Drew begged.
"Please, Mama?" Jesse begged with her brother.
"Kids, you know why I bought ths horse. It wasn't for you to ride. You have your own ponies."
"But we wanna ride the horses now," Jesse pouted, throwing her pigtails in her face as her head dropped.
"Jesse," I warned with a stern face. They knew better than to press the issue. They were only five years old and I wasn't ready for them to ride the horses yet.
Jesse stopped pouting and sighed. "Yes, Mama," she said and she pushed her brother.
They took off giggling and I smiled as I watched them go. They were the pride and joy of their Daddy. And I was here to raise them alone.