"Damn horse," Randy Hersch muttered as he shifted,
trying to find a comfortable spot in the seat of his truck. His
body ached, he wanted to stop and rest for a while. He'd
spent the last two weeks in the hospital, and he had a sudden
urge to go back to the Rocking H and see his family. He
hadn't called to let his sister know he was injured or that he
was coming home.
He stopped the truck at the beginning of the driveway and
stared at the buildings. The Rocky Mountains proved a
beautiful background for the ranch he'd grown up on and left
when he was eighteen. The anger and hate between him and
his father had gotten to the point where one of them would
end up killing the other. Randy left the day after graduation
and hardly came back anymore. After getting his leg broken
and his body stomped by an angry bronc, he decided it was
time for a visit.
It had been a year since he'd last visited. The ranch didn't look like it used to. No longer were the barns painted the dull
gray his father seemed to favor. They were the bright blue
he'd come to associate with clear Wyoming skies. The
windows and doors were trimmed in pristine white. There
were three more new buildings on the other side of the main
house. He remembered his sister telling him they had to build
more foaling barns.
It's not home anymore, he thought as he drove up to the
main barn filled with organized chaos. His sister Tammy stood in the aisle, directing the ranch hands. He climbed stiffly out
of his truck.
"Hey sis, what's the circus for?" He made his way to her.
Tammy whipped around. Squealing, she raced towards
him. He was only able to stop her from launching herself at
him at the last moment.
"Wait, girl. Be careful. I'm bruised." He accepted a gentle
hug from his favorite sibling.
"Oh Randy, are you here to recuperate or to stay?" Her
gaze skipped over his body looking for injuries.
"Staying's never been an option for me, Tammy. You know
how Dad feels about me." He shoved his hat back on his
head. She wrinkled her nose but kept quiet. He took in the
view of spindly-legged foals gamboling beside their mothers.
"What are you doing with the babies?"
Her face lit up. "It's time to pay the rent on those three
hundred acres Daddy leased from our neighbor, Les Hardin."
"What does the rent have to do with the foals?" He
scratched the velvety nose of one of the mares.
"Les gets his pick of each year's foals. That's what we
pay."
"Wait a minute. Who set up that deal? He's robbing you."
Randy was furious.
The Rocking H bred and trained some of the country's best cutting horses. Each one of those foals was worth tens of
thousands of dollars and it was far more than the property
they were leasing was worth.
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