![]() A Horse of A Different colorA Story by Miranda![]() The life of a couple raising horses, unfortunately it has a drastic, dramatic ending![]()
The wind rustled through the trees, blowing the leaves throughout the ranch. Horses were playing in their large, fenced in area. Horses were a big part of the Carrey farm. Alan Carrey would raise and breed horses, then sell them when they were fully grown, and Sandy Carrey would make sure that both the horses and her husband always had food in their stomachs. “I have a feeling I’m goanna get a sack full for Blackie when the time comes,” Alan said at dinner one night. “Why is that dear?” “Blackie has the making of a good work horse,” Said Alan “Any farmer would be proud to have him.” For the rest of the night, everything was silent. As for “For goodness sake its 1865,”she thought to herself. “Women can work too.” “Alan, we need to talk.” “Sure, what’s wrong “Alan, do you remember when I was teaching?” “Yes, before we were married, I remember” Alan smiled. “Well, the last time I was in town I got an offer” “What kind of an offer?” Alan asked. “The teacher in town is quitting, they want to hire me again,” “I don’t know it may interfere with your normal duties” Alan said wryly. “We can try it for a week or two, if it doesn’t work out, I’ll quit. Please say yes,” Alan ran his fingers through his short brown hair, thinking deeply. He looked up and saw the hopefulness in his wife’s eyes, then looked down at her hands; they were both clenched in a fist. With her face and hands like that, how could he possibly say no? Alan nodded his head, making “Oh thank you dear,” Even after saying yes, Alan still wasn’t sure about the teaching position that “Ms. Ford, I’ll accept the teaching position,” Ms. Anna Ford was president of the school board in “Oh “Okay,” Alan was surprised when “Where have you been?” Alan asked. “I’m sorry dear, I got to talking with Ms. Ford, then I had to sell the eggs and get some flour, but then I had to wait for them to open another bag, then they couldn’t find the bag,” Alan reached out and took her arm, grinning widely as he tried not to laugh. He reassured her that it was no big deal and not to worry, then listened to her as she told him the rest of what happened while she was in town. “So Ms. Ford is going to announce that I’m the new School Marm in church tomorrow,” “That’s great dear, but don’t get too attached, if this doesn’t work out-“Alan started “I’ll quit, I know, but I promise it’ll work out,” Sunday passed by quickly, Alan took it easy that day, going out and riding one of the horses, while “Alan, I can’t tell you how nervous and excited I am” “There isn’t anything to be nervous about,” Alan said. “You’ve done it before.” “I know, but this feels different somehow,” The chickens let “Thank you dear, I’ll see you when I get home,” After gathering up her teaching material and lunch, she started walking to town. As she walked down the gravel road, she thought about who her students were going to be, and what they were going to be like. The closer she got to the school house, the more nervous she got. “Oh dear, here come the butterflies,” She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at the plain white schoolhouse. The children were all over the place, playing and laughing before it was time to get ready. “Relax The first day of teaching couldn’t have gone more smoothly. The students seemed to like her and “How was your first day?” Alan asked that night. “Wonderful, just wonderful, the students seem to like me, and I adore the children, there so smart,” “Good, and dinner is great, looks like this will work out after all,” Alan grinned. Alan was happy because “So Alan?” “I don’t see why you couldn’t, dinner was good and on time, and looks like everything’s still getting done,” Alan laughed. “Go right ahead and keep it.” “Oh thank you Alan, thank you!” She wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck and giggled, happier now than ever. When they parted, Alan went outside to gather firewood while First, weeks went by, then months, then finally, years. 1870 came by quickly. Alan and Sandy had a daughter, so “Alan, Alan!” Alan looked up at © 2009 MirandaAuthor's Note
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Added on May 11, 2009 Author![]() MirandaRedding, CAAboutMy name is Miranda, I love writing and hope to become an Author one day. If I could get ideas and thoughts about my writing so I can improve would make my day, and I'm anxious to meet anyone ! more..Writing
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