since they’d
gotten married. Even though she was straight up city when she first got here,
she tries hard.
I stood on the porch looking at this pretty car that
looked like it’s just been detailed…that is before it had to drive five miles
in the mud and muck to get here. I’m guessing Lydia’s girl is as city as her – if
not more so. Folks around here don’t flaunt their wealth. Our houses are sturdy
and comfortable, and our vehicles are usually beat up old pick-up trucks
because you never knew when you would need to haul something, and you didn’t
want to drive around on the ranch worrying about putting a scratch or a dent in
your pretty new paint. City people always thought they had to go around “one-upping”
their neighbors. In our neck of the woods, we help out our neighbors and wish
them well. We’re happy for them when they do well, not envious. I’m not much of
a fan of people who live and thrive in the city. I’m not judgmental either,
though. To each his or her own, I suppose.
With resolve to “be nice” as Dad had asked me to and
since I had to go to the barn anyways, I walked by and tipped my hat to her as
she was getting out of the car. I didn’t get a good look at her because she had
a giant pair of sunglasses on that nearly hid all of her face, but I’m pretty
sure I was right about the city attitude based on those alone. I’d also seen
one shiny new boot as she set it out on the ground. I just love how city people
think it makes them look like us when they slap on a pair of designer jeans and
cowboy boots made by Jimmy Choo. I’d be willing to bet my next rodeo purse that
Jimmy Choo had never even seen a bull in the flesh.
I stopped walking when I got to the barn and turned
around to watch her maneuver the path up to the front porch. It had rained like
a son of a bitch last night…thank God. We’ve been stuck in a drought for the
past year and a half and the ranch was starting to suffer for it. Dad had to
spend a lot more money on hay for the cattle and horses since things in the
pasture were so dry, amongst other expenses that the drought brings along with
it. The lake on the property saved our ass when the brush fires came, but even
drinking water was scarce. Right now, the path was full of mud and muck. Dad
had the intentions of paving it, but now he’d have to wait until things dried
out. It’s been dirt and mud for as long as we’ve lived here. I’d have to guess
that the paving was Lydia’s idea. City people loved all of that concrete and
asphalt. I wasn’t typically a rude guy, but as polite as I’d promised to be, I
was kind of looking forward to watching her make her way through all of that mud
in them pretty new boots.
I watched the other shiny boot come out and as she
stood up, the smile fell off of my face. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but
a gorgeous leggy brunette was not it. From where I stood, she looked like she
was modeling those boots and jeans. Damn! If this was my new “sister,” I just
sinned like a son of a bitch in my head. All I could think at that moment was,
“Please let her be anyone but Lexi.”
CHAPTER
THREE
LEXI
I stepped out of the car and right into a puddle of
mud. Are you freaking kidding me? I just bought these stupid boots and I had
paid a fortune for them…well, I guess Mom paid a fortune for them since she
still paid most of my bills, but it still sucked. It was my first pair of
cowboy boots, ever. I bought them because I wanted to look like I belonged
here…but I didn’t seriously want to belong, if that made any sense. I just can’t
imagine why anyone would want to belong to a place where they don’t even bother paving their roads or their driveway. To
each their own, I suppose. I was trying hard not to judge, but as I
stopped and looked at the path ahead of me and realized it wasn’t paved either,
it was hard. Jeez! Do they have something against sidewalks out here? There was
no other way up to the house and it
gotten married. Even though she was straight up city when she first got here,
she tries hard.
I stood on the porch looking at this pretty car that
looked like it’s just been detailed…that is before it had to drive five miles
in the mud and muck to get here. I’m guessing Lydia’s girl is as city as her – if
not more so. Folks around here don’t flaunt their wealth. Our houses are sturdy
and comfortable, and our vehicles are usually beat up old pick-up trucks
because you never knew when you would need to haul something, and you didn’t
want to drive around on the ranch worrying about putting a scratch or a dent in
your pretty new paint. City people always thought they had to go around “one-upping”
their neighbors. In our neck of the woods, we help out our neighbors and wish
them well. We’re happy for them when they do well, not envious. I’m not much of
a fan of people who live and thrive in the city. I’m not judgmental either,
though. To each his or her own, I suppose.
With resolve to “be nice” as Dad had asked me to and
since I had to go to the barn anyways, I walked by and tipped my hat to her as
she was getting out of the car. I didn’t get a good look at her because she had
a giant pair of sunglasses on that nearly hid all of her face, but I’m pretty
sure I was right about the city attitude based on those alone. I’d also seen
one shiny new boot as she set it out on the ground. I just love how city people
think it makes them look like us when they slap on a pair of designer jeans and
cowboy boots made by Jimmy Choo. I’d be willing to bet my next rodeo purse that
Jimmy Choo had never even seen a bull in the flesh.
I stopped walking when I got to the barn and turned
around to watch her maneuver the path up to the front porch. It had rained like
a son of a bitch last night…thank God. We’ve been stuck in a drought for the
past year and a half and the ranch was starting to suffer for it. Dad had to
spend a lot more money on hay for the cattle and horses since things in the
pasture were so dry, amongst other expenses that the drought brings along with
it. The lake on the property saved our ass when the brush fires came, but even
drinking water was scarce. Right now, the path was full of mud and muck. Dad
had the intentions of paving it, but now he’d have to wait until things dried
out. It’s been dirt and mud for as long as we’ve lived here. I’d have to guess
that the paving was Lydia’s idea. City people loved all of that concrete and
asphalt. I wasn’t typically a rude guy, but as polite as I’d promised to be, I
was kind of looking forward to watching her make her way through all of that mud
in them pretty new boots.
I watched the other shiny boot come out and as she
stood up, the smile fell off of my face. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but
a gorgeous leggy brunette was not it. From where I stood, she looked like she
was modeling those boots and jeans. Damn! If this was my new “sister,” I just
sinned like a son of a bitch in my head. All I could think at that moment was,
“Please let her be anyone but Lexi.”
CHAPTER
THREE
LEXI
I stepped out of the car and right into a puddle of
mud. Are you freaking kidding me? I just bought these stupid boots and I had
paid a fortune for them…well, I guess Mom paid a fortune for them since she
still paid most of my bills, but it still sucked. It was my first pair of
cowboy boots, ever. I bought them because I wanted to look like I belonged
here…but I didn’t seriously want to belong, if that made any sense. I just can’t
imagine why anyone would want to belong to a place where they don’t even bother paving their roads or their driveway. To
each their own, I suppose. I was trying hard not to judge, but as I
stopped and looked at the path ahead of me and realized it wasn’t paved either,
it was hard. Jeez! Do they have something against sidewalks out here? There was
no other way up to the house and it
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