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the reigns of his horse and strode toward Anne’s father. The horse followed. He shook her father’s hand with a firm grip. Even though Anne was just fifteen-years-old, she felt that pang of love seize her heart.
Anne watched as her father showed Colton their carriage and horses. She noticed how intently Colton listened to every word her father said and seemed only to speak when asking a question for clarification. She watched as her father asked him questions while gesturing toward the carriage. Colton would confidently point out different parts of the carriage while her father nodded in agreement. Colton was soon directed to the corral where the horses came up and nuzzled him like a long lost friend. She saw her father’s approving smile. A bit more chatting, and the two men shook hands.
Colton moved into the room attached to the carriage house the next day. Anne followed him around asking questions on any subject she could think of just to be near him. He was always patient and listened to her with respect and would always try to answer her as best he could. She would often peek out various windows of the house just to catch glimpses of him working. She always wondered what he was thinking of as he worked. She loved those days when he took off his shirt, and she could see his muscles covered in sweat. He would always put his shirt on if he saw her approaching.
Anne would often stop by Colton and Sam’s livery and corral and watch them work with the Arabians. Sam and Colton always treated her with great deference, and she came as close to feeling like a princess as a young woman in Fresno could.
Anne wondered at Colton’s uncanny abilities with horses. He seemed to have this tremendous instinctive ability when working with them. Never mean, he seemed to love them so much that they would do anything to keep it. They communicated without words in another universe unknown to her. She dreamed of entering that universe on a daily basis.
Anne knew all too well that Colton viewed her as a child for the first few years. Now, at nineteen, her breasts had fully filled out and her face had lost any vestiges of a child’s. Colton, she noticed, now looked at her differently.
Anne brought herself out of her reverie and thought of Paul. She then thought of Colton. Sadness crept over her as she realized her love for Colton could never be. He was a servant. It would disgrace her parents if she married so far below her social standing, and she wouldn’t hurt her parents for the world. If only Colton were wealthy enough to take her away so they could be together without hurting anyone.
Stop it, she told herself, you’re thinking like a child. I must take care of my mother. She turned and walked through the darkened house and up to her room. Tears dripped from her cheeks as she collapsed into her pillow.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Colton Johanson was from England, and came from a long line of horse breeders on his mother’s side. His father had abandoned the family before Colton was born. His mother had traveled from Sweden to England where she changed her name from Johansson to Johanson. When Colton had asked his mother why the ‘s’ was dropped, she just said everyone always forgot the extra ‘s’ anyway, and this way she wouldn’t have to correct them.
Colton adored his mother and would often sneak peeks at her face when she went about household tasks. She would be in deep concentration at some chore, and Colton would wonder how anyone could abandon such a lovely and graceful woman. She was a wonderful listener and would patiently answer all the questions that Colton could conjure up. He would often ask more questions than he even wanted to know just to see her eyes sparkle and her lips move in her sincere attempt to help him.
She worked in a pub during the day. They were quite poor and lived in a small room adjacent to the pub, part of her employment arrangement. The pub owner was a likeable fellow with a
Anne watched as her father showed Colton their carriage and horses. She noticed how intently Colton listened to every word her father said and seemed only to speak when asking a question for clarification. She watched as her father asked him questions while gesturing toward the carriage. Colton would confidently point out different parts of the carriage while her father nodded in agreement. Colton was soon directed to the corral where the horses came up and nuzzled him like a long lost friend. She saw her father’s approving smile. A bit more chatting, and the two men shook hands.
Colton moved into the room attached to the carriage house the next day. Anne followed him around asking questions on any subject she could think of just to be near him. He was always patient and listened to her with respect and would always try to answer her as best he could. She would often peek out various windows of the house just to catch glimpses of him working. She always wondered what he was thinking of as he worked. She loved those days when he took off his shirt, and she could see his muscles covered in sweat. He would always put his shirt on if he saw her approaching.
Anne would often stop by Colton and Sam’s livery and corral and watch them work with the Arabians. Sam and Colton always treated her with great deference, and she came as close to feeling like a princess as a young woman in Fresno could.
Anne wondered at Colton’s uncanny abilities with horses. He seemed to have this tremendous instinctive ability when working with them. Never mean, he seemed to love them so much that they would do anything to keep it. They communicated without words in another universe unknown to her. She dreamed of entering that universe on a daily basis.
Anne knew all too well that Colton viewed her as a child for the first few years. Now, at nineteen, her breasts had fully filled out and her face had lost any vestiges of a child’s. Colton, she noticed, now looked at her differently.
Anne brought herself out of her reverie and thought of Paul. She then thought of Colton. Sadness crept over her as she realized her love for Colton could never be. He was a servant. It would disgrace her parents if she married so far below her social standing, and she wouldn’t hurt her parents for the world. If only Colton were wealthy enough to take her away so they could be together without hurting anyone.
Stop it, she told herself, you’re thinking like a child. I must take care of my mother. She turned and walked through the darkened house and up to her room. Tears dripped from her cheeks as she collapsed into her pillow.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Colton Johanson was from England, and came from a long line of horse breeders on his mother’s side. His father had abandoned the family before Colton was born. His mother had traveled from Sweden to England where she changed her name from Johansson to Johanson. When Colton had asked his mother why the ‘s’ was dropped, she just said everyone always forgot the extra ‘s’ anyway, and this way she wouldn’t have to correct them.
Colton adored his mother and would often sneak peeks at her face when she went about household tasks. She would be in deep concentration at some chore, and Colton would wonder how anyone could abandon such a lovely and graceful woman. She was a wonderful listener and would patiently answer all the questions that Colton could conjure up. He would often ask more questions than he even wanted to know just to see her eyes sparkle and her lips move in her sincere attempt to help him.
She worked in a pub during the day. They were quite poor and lived in a small room adjacent to the pub, part of her employment arrangement. The pub owner was a likeable fellow with a
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