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and I stood in the doorway, dumbfounded, for several seconds. I didn’t know whether I should accept the gift or not. The price had not been included on the picture, nor in the note, but it was a costly gift, more costly than what you gave a person after only one weekend.
“Uh, ma’am, do you want us to bring the bed inside?” the man asked, his smile gone because I hadn’t spoken in over a minute.
“Um…I don’t know. It’s such a weird gift,” I answered with a baffled smile.
“Someone bought this bed for you as a gift?” he asked, shock in his tone. I nodded. “Pardon my intrusion, but take it! This is the nicest bed we have, and the accompanying mattresses are top of the line. You’ll sleep better than you have in years.”
I smiled uncertainly then nodded again. “Um, let me show you where to take it. My mattresses are still in there. I’ll shuffle them out to the garage.”
“Don’t worry about that, ma’am. We take them with us and donate them to shelters,” the man told her, smiling.
“That’s really nice,” I murmured as I showed them to my bedroom and pointed at the spot where the bed should be. “Please put it there.”
“Yes ma’am. We’ll be out of your hair in about twenty or thirty minutes.” He gestured to his partner, and they walked back outside.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed my phone.
Mel: Are you serious? You bought me a bed?
Will: I’ve been waiting for two hours for your text! Do you like it?
Mel: It’s very extravagant.
Will: It’s perfect for you. I hope you like it.
Mel: I do, but I’m not sure I should accept it.
Will: Yes you should. I won’t take it back.
Mel: Thank you. I love it, but you’re crazy.
Will: Maybe so, but we’ll have to work a lot harder to break that bed.
Mel: LOL! Don’t challenge me.
Will: Never! Can I call you this evening?
Mel: That would be nice.
My smile was a permanent fixture on my face as I watched the two men carry my new bed into my room. That man was a keeper, that was for sure.
Will
“She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?” I murmured as I watched the mare wander around the fenced paddock. I spoke to myself mostly, though my ranch foreman was standing nearby. The man, Wayne, didn’t answer. There was no need to. I glanced at him. “Think she’ll do all right for riding?”
“She seems a little skittish for working with cattle, but she’ll learn, I think,” Wayne mused. He slapped me on the back as he turned to walk away. “She’s a good buy, Will.”
“Catch ya’ later,” I called as he wandered away, the conversation over as far as he was concerned. I shook my head. Wayne was the best ranch foreman in the state, but he was short on words.
I leaned against the fence for a bit longer, watching the mare. The paddock was as big as a football field, and she had explored every inch, either while I was in the saddle or after I unsaddled her, brushed her, and put her back in the paddock to cool down. The grass this time of year, especially after the summer we’d had, was golden rather than green, so I had put some feed near the water trough for her.
The barn to the left would be her home. It was large enough for her and the other three horses I owned to have their own stalls at night. Rather than the stereotypical red, our barn had only been stained a dark brown. Another paddock, a smaller one for calves and their mothers, was on the other side of the barn. A storage shed that held the tack was attached to the barn, and like in a movie, was big enough for a person to live in, should one wish to.
The house was my pride and joy, though. I had designed it myself when I’d made enough money to replace the old, original clapboard house that had been on the place when I’d bought it. The exterior was made of stones with a wooden wraparound porch. On the porch were two rocking chairs that matched
“Uh, ma’am, do you want us to bring the bed inside?” the man asked, his smile gone because I hadn’t spoken in over a minute.
“Um…I don’t know. It’s such a weird gift,” I answered with a baffled smile.
“Someone bought this bed for you as a gift?” he asked, shock in his tone. I nodded. “Pardon my intrusion, but take it! This is the nicest bed we have, and the accompanying mattresses are top of the line. You’ll sleep better than you have in years.”
I smiled uncertainly then nodded again. “Um, let me show you where to take it. My mattresses are still in there. I’ll shuffle them out to the garage.”
“Don’t worry about that, ma’am. We take them with us and donate them to shelters,” the man told her, smiling.
“That’s really nice,” I murmured as I showed them to my bedroom and pointed at the spot where the bed should be. “Please put it there.”
“Yes ma’am. We’ll be out of your hair in about twenty or thirty minutes.” He gestured to his partner, and they walked back outside.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed my phone.
Mel: Are you serious? You bought me a bed?
Will: I’ve been waiting for two hours for your text! Do you like it?
Mel: It’s very extravagant.
Will: It’s perfect for you. I hope you like it.
Mel: I do, but I’m not sure I should accept it.
Will: Yes you should. I won’t take it back.
Mel: Thank you. I love it, but you’re crazy.
Will: Maybe so, but we’ll have to work a lot harder to break that bed.
Mel: LOL! Don’t challenge me.
Will: Never! Can I call you this evening?
Mel: That would be nice.
My smile was a permanent fixture on my face as I watched the two men carry my new bed into my room. That man was a keeper, that was for sure.
Will
“She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?” I murmured as I watched the mare wander around the fenced paddock. I spoke to myself mostly, though my ranch foreman was standing nearby. The man, Wayne, didn’t answer. There was no need to. I glanced at him. “Think she’ll do all right for riding?”
“She seems a little skittish for working with cattle, but she’ll learn, I think,” Wayne mused. He slapped me on the back as he turned to walk away. “She’s a good buy, Will.”
“Catch ya’ later,” I called as he wandered away, the conversation over as far as he was concerned. I shook my head. Wayne was the best ranch foreman in the state, but he was short on words.
I leaned against the fence for a bit longer, watching the mare. The paddock was as big as a football field, and she had explored every inch, either while I was in the saddle or after I unsaddled her, brushed her, and put her back in the paddock to cool down. The grass this time of year, especially after the summer we’d had, was golden rather than green, so I had put some feed near the water trough for her.
The barn to the left would be her home. It was large enough for her and the other three horses I owned to have their own stalls at night. Rather than the stereotypical red, our barn had only been stained a dark brown. Another paddock, a smaller one for calves and their mothers, was on the other side of the barn. A storage shed that held the tack was attached to the barn, and like in a movie, was big enough for a person to live in, should one wish to.
The house was my pride and joy, though. I had designed it myself when I’d made enough money to replace the old, original clapboard house that had been on the place when I’d bought it. The exterior was made of stones with a wooden wraparound porch. On the porch were two rocking chairs that matched
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