YOUNG LOVE
....She saw him out of the corner of her eye. Tall, sleek, thin, but athletic. He wore a cowboy hat, boots and shirt, with wranglers. He was working a horse at the barn. she marveled at his ease in controlling the horse. They worked as a team, so well, it was like poetry in motion.
She was at the barn that day, in answer to an ad she saw about a palamino QH. She walked slowly up to the corral, and he saw her, and slowly walked the horse over to the gate. Broad shoulders and brimmed hat blocked the sun from her eyes, as she talked and stated her reasons for watching him, and of course, being there. He smiled a wonderful smile, one that felt so familiar and warm to her, that she completely forgot what she was saying. She stuttered abit, and he chuckled. "Let me put this guy away, and I'll be right with ya". "Im John, John Johnson, btw. She replied, "Im Amy Jones." She wondered around a bit, just searching more familiar areas, and smelling the ranch-such yummy scents.
He walked up behind her, and she jumped. His deep voice bomeranged all thru her. As she turned, she couldnt help but notice he was looking at her in the sameway. There was a deep connection here, that she couldnt quite place, but it was good, she thought, that he felt it too.
He showed her the horse, and the two took a ride out on the hillside together. The horse was a great one, and the company even better. The two glided across the countryside, talking and smiling all the way. He was in his 30's she had guessed, and still lived, or actually, worked now, with his parents at the ranch. He had his own place behind the barn, for independence, but was the best ranch hand his parents had.
They approached the ranch, some 3 hrs later. He reached out and touched her hand, then held it tight, as the four walked on closer to the corrals. She smiled, he smiled, they knew it was special. He invited her for dinner with the folks, but she declined, not wanting to intrude. He had to go in, to report daily barn activities, but he would be right back. She waited outside in the large yard.
He was a quiet man, but the excitement of the day, couldnt be held in any longer. He burst out at the dinner table, of the meeting with the young girl. She heard her name mentioned, and strolled closer to the old white ranchhouse, and listened under the open window. She was hoping he was saying something nice about her, something that she could know for sure how he felt about her. She couldnt stop herself, she had to listen, for just a bit anyway. He spoke of her beauty, of her ability with the horse, and the feelings that he had for her already, and how he wanted them to meet her after dinner. With each statement from him, his father said barely anything. He mumbled, please pass the tators, or yea, nice day, but never really acknowledged his son. He talked over him rudely, she thought, to his wife, and didnt show any of his returned excitement ! His father treated him like he wasnt even there! She was immediately so sad for him. He didnt deserve to be treated like that! They didnt even talk to him, when he was so happy. She wanted to hold him then, more then ever. She felt his rejection more than ever.
The excitement was still there, nonetheless, in her young mans voice, as he continued to try talking with his father. She walked away from the window, still saddened, she went to sit on the hill, over looking the river. What a beautiful place-for a home maybe... Then she spied a small family grave yard a small distance down the hill. She walked down to it and stopped suddenly. Two graves among many, stood out. They had river rocks surrounding them both, and an opening in the middle. The headstones read, John Johnson and Amy Jones, together forever.
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