Two Roads, One Choice - Part 1
The night was dark. Mom's driving was slow, winding. The fog was making driving hard. I shifted in my seat and turned the car's heater up.
"What do you think we'll name him?" I asked. I turned to look at mom. She smiled, a unsure smile. "Something wild. I have a feeling this abused horse of yours is not an easy one."
I looked out the window. "I always liked the name Storm," I mused. Mom gripped the steering wheel hard. "Stormy Night," she whispered.
I thought the name over in my mind. I looked at mom's face and knew she could gentle the stallion. She could gentle any horse. I closed my eyes, drifted into sleep.
The next thing I felt was an exploding pain. I heard someone scream, and realized it was me. "Hold still, honey," I heard someone say. I heard the wail of a an ambulance. Lights were on. I saw the truck flipped over, the headlights blaring on. I groaned. The pain hurt so bad, I looked at my hand and saw blood.
Suddenly I heard the whine of a horse and heard someone shouting curse words. I tried to sit up and I saw the horse we had rescued. It was rearing and those dangerous hooves. I tried to say something, but then someone was lifting me up and putting me on a stretcher.
"My, my mom?" I asked. Someone answered. "She's going to be just fine honey. I need your name."
"Aimee Jacobs." "Well Aimee, lie still now. You're going to be just fine." I nodded, closed my eyes.
I never did get to say goodbye. Mom' s last gift to me was that horse, which I knew I would name Stormy Night. I was in the hospital during the funeral. I cried so long.
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Two Roads, One choice - Part 2
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Summer. Our ranch was small, and quiet. In the back lots was where I usually hung out. Long, green grass flowed with the soft wind and a small stream trickled. I spent hours there writing and thinking. Dad was always on business trips and my older brother Derek was mostly dating a girl.
My family wasn't close. Mom always tried to pull us together but my brother and dad mostly shrugged it all off. I felt especially alone after her death. I didn't have any friends, well, I was weird to everyone. I was quiet. Shy. Loved horses. Didn't care about the latest style.
Dad let a neighbor keep Storm. He said I obviously couldn't keep him in my condition. He forbid me to see him. So this week I was thinking of how to sneak onto Mr. Smith's farm.
One day, I finally had my chance. Derek was out and so was dad. Mr. Smith was stopping by to pick up some supplies and I was thinking of hitching a ride to his place. Sweet talking him was my bait.
He pulled up on the long dirt driveway with his battered pick up truck. I had a cup of coffee waiting for him as he got out of his truck.
"Good morning Mr. Smith," I called out, hoping I was smiling brightly. He squinted at me and smiled. "How are you doing Aimee?"
I folded my hands as I leaned over the front porch's rail. "Well, thank you. The feed is back at the barn. If you like, I have some coffee inside."
He strode over to me, laughing. "Look who's being polite. You'll be as nice as your mom. Sorry, can't take your offer. I have my ranch hand with me."
I craned my neck to see what he meant. My heart sank as I saw a boy in the pick up truck. He looked about 16 and looked at me as if he might laugh. I blushed(I hate when I do!!) and turned away quickly.
I started toward the front door. "Oh, that's too bad. I'll be inside if you need anything."
Mr. Smith laughed. "Come on Aimee. Spit it out. What do you want?"
I paused, then said causally, "How's Storm doing?" He turned away. "As soon as I get the feed your dad offered me, You can climb in the truck and see for yourself." I grinned, than it slowly faded away. What about the guy?