“The trails were great.” Vicky told her. “We took the fire path to where it pops out at the cross country course.” Vicky was the one that was boarder-line diva. She could follow Morgan’s path and be condescending on occasion, but for the most part, she was the friendliest of the three. “To bad you’ll never have a horse. I’d invite you to come with us.” Ok, maybe not the friendliest. “I’m glad you had fun.” “Oh we did. Chase was supposed to come with us but Hank snatched him up instead.” Vicky continued, oblivious to the other girls hurt feelings. “Hank?” She’d have to let Jake know that his brother had been working with the head foreman instead of goofing off. He had seemed so angry when he couldn’t find him that morning. “Yes Hank.” Vicky gave shut off the water spigot and skewed her face. “The hired hand.” She added. Lacey laughed. “I know who Hank is. I just thought he was trail riding with you. I wonder what they are doing.” Hank was a really nice fellow. Good looking too, for an older guy. He was probably somewhere in his mid thirties, older then her mom, who was only thirty-two. She often wondered what people thought of her mother. Not because she had gotten pregnant at such an early age, but because she had stayed married to an abusive man for so many years. It wasn’t the whole town didn’t know. Her father could go from being kind and loving to angry and harsh in just a matter of moments. When things had gotten really bad, her mother had begged Mr. Cutter to take her on for lessons just to get her out of the house. Lacey had been so angry with her mother for being such a weak women for so many years. But now Lacy could only be proud of her for the way she had learned to cope and deal with the daily struggles of being a single working parent. |