say that?
“Do you ride?” Bily asked.
“Now, Mr. Eagan, just because I scout for
country music’s best talent doesn’t mean I’m a
cowboy.”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter, we can do anything. I
don’t care what we do.”
“I was just kidding,” said Ian. “I do okay in a
saddle.”
“One of the ranch hands said there are some
realy great trails up at Bels Bend on the Cumberland
River. You feel up for a day ride?”
“Sure,” Ian said. “What can I bring?”
“Just you. I’l pack a couple of lunches and we’l
be al set.”
“Sounds great,” said Ian. “Where do you want to
meet?”
“Can you meet me at the Lazy H, say around ten
o’clock?”
“Sure.”
“Perfect, see you then,” said Bily.
“I’l look forward to it,” Ian replied, while his
brain was teling him, “ No. No. No. ”
Chapter 6
BILLY was off on Mondays and Tuesdays but always
rose early out of habit. He started the coffee, as he
often did, and inhaled the rich smel with the anticipation
of his first cup. When the coffeemaker beeped, he
poured his coffee, took the blanket off his bed, and
went out to the front porch. The air was crisp and cool,
and wrapped tight in his blanket, he sipped his coffee
with the excitement of endless possibilities for the day.
He loved the fal season, and as the sun came up
over the horizon, he thanked the heavens for what he
thought was going to be a beautiful day. The turning
leaves were wel on their way to showing off bright
colors of gold, red, and orange. As he took in the
beautiful scenery, he thought this was the perfect day
for the first date he’d had in over two years. He could
hardly wait for ten o’clock.
After several cups of coffee, he decided to
shower and get dressed so he could get to the stables in
plenty of time to be ready. As Bily stood with the hot
water running over his body, he thought about what he
should wear. He wanted to look his best but not like
he’d put forth any effort. After drying off and wrapping
the towel around his waist, he headed for his locker. He
settled on a pair of black 501s, a royal blue shirt, his
black boots, and his old black Stetson. As he was
about to close his locker door, he paused when he
caught a glimpse of himself and thought, It’ll have to
do .
He headed down to the stables and chose two of
his favorite horses for the day’s adventure. For Ian, he
chose a chestnut mare named Firefly; she had just the
right amount of spunk, but she was very even-tempered
as wel, since he didn’t know how experienced Ian was
on horseback. For himself, he chose his favorite; a
beautiful buck-skin Arabian named Duke, a horse he
had adopted for his own shortly after he’d arrived at the
ranch.
After the saddles and tack were loaded into the
horse trailer, he took the golf cart up to the mess hal, a
trip he could do in his sleep, and fixed two special box
lunches. He began with a little cheese and crackers for
starters, turkey and cheddar sandwiches with chips as
the main course, chocolate chip cookies for dessert,
and a couple bottles of water. As he was leaving he
grabbed two apples for the horses. On the way back to
the stables, he swung by the bunkhouse and picked up
a bottle of red wine he had been saving for a special
occasion. He couldn’t imagine an occasion more special
than today.
IT WAS eight fifteen, and Ian discreetly looked down at
his watch. He was so ready for this meeting to be over.
Mentaly, he had checked out thirty minutes earlier,
when his presentation was complete and he had
gathered al the information he needed. As the clock
inched its way to nine thirty, Ian grew more impatient.
Finaly the meeting concluded, and because today he
couldn’t afford to be stopped by anyone, he made a
mad dash for the door. Once he reached the parking
lot, he knew he was home free.
He got in his SUV, put on his seatbelt, and slid
the key into the ignition. As he turned the key,
“Do you ride?” Bily asked.
“Now, Mr. Eagan, just because I scout for
country music’s best talent doesn’t mean I’m a
cowboy.”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter, we can do anything. I
don’t care what we do.”
“I was just kidding,” said Ian. “I do okay in a
saddle.”
“One of the ranch hands said there are some
realy great trails up at Bels Bend on the Cumberland
River. You feel up for a day ride?”
“Sure,” Ian said. “What can I bring?”
“Just you. I’l pack a couple of lunches and we’l
be al set.”
“Sounds great,” said Ian. “Where do you want to
meet?”
“Can you meet me at the Lazy H, say around ten
o’clock?”
“Sure.”
“Perfect, see you then,” said Bily.
“I’l look forward to it,” Ian replied, while his
brain was teling him, “ No. No. No. ”
Chapter 6
BILLY was off on Mondays and Tuesdays but always
rose early out of habit. He started the coffee, as he
often did, and inhaled the rich smel with the anticipation
of his first cup. When the coffeemaker beeped, he
poured his coffee, took the blanket off his bed, and
went out to the front porch. The air was crisp and cool,
and wrapped tight in his blanket, he sipped his coffee
with the excitement of endless possibilities for the day.
He loved the fal season, and as the sun came up
over the horizon, he thanked the heavens for what he
thought was going to be a beautiful day. The turning
leaves were wel on their way to showing off bright
colors of gold, red, and orange. As he took in the
beautiful scenery, he thought this was the perfect day
for the first date he’d had in over two years. He could
hardly wait for ten o’clock.
After several cups of coffee, he decided to
shower and get dressed so he could get to the stables in
plenty of time to be ready. As Bily stood with the hot
water running over his body, he thought about what he
should wear. He wanted to look his best but not like
he’d put forth any effort. After drying off and wrapping
the towel around his waist, he headed for his locker. He
settled on a pair of black 501s, a royal blue shirt, his
black boots, and his old black Stetson. As he was
about to close his locker door, he paused when he
caught a glimpse of himself and thought, It’ll have to
do .
He headed down to the stables and chose two of
his favorite horses for the day’s adventure. For Ian, he
chose a chestnut mare named Firefly; she had just the
right amount of spunk, but she was very even-tempered
as wel, since he didn’t know how experienced Ian was
on horseback. For himself, he chose his favorite; a
beautiful buck-skin Arabian named Duke, a horse he
had adopted for his own shortly after he’d arrived at the
ranch.
After the saddles and tack were loaded into the
horse trailer, he took the golf cart up to the mess hal, a
trip he could do in his sleep, and fixed two special box
lunches. He began with a little cheese and crackers for
starters, turkey and cheddar sandwiches with chips as
the main course, chocolate chip cookies for dessert,
and a couple bottles of water. As he was leaving he
grabbed two apples for the horses. On the way back to
the stables, he swung by the bunkhouse and picked up
a bottle of red wine he had been saving for a special
occasion. He couldn’t imagine an occasion more special
than today.
IT WAS eight fifteen, and Ian discreetly looked down at
his watch. He was so ready for this meeting to be over.
Mentaly, he had checked out thirty minutes earlier,
when his presentation was complete and he had
gathered al the information he needed. As the clock
inched its way to nine thirty, Ian grew more impatient.
Finaly the meeting concluded, and because today he
couldn’t afford to be stopped by anyone, he made a
mad dash for the door. Once he reached the parking
lot, he knew he was home free.
He got in his SUV, put on his seatbelt, and slid
the key into the ignition. As he turned the key,
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