my jobs?” I asked in an effort to get her to talk to me.
“Good.
I mean, it was pretty hilarious watching you try to catch that pig the other
day though.”
That
damn pig. I knew she had seen me struggling with that thing and everyone else
on the ranch as well. It was emasculating to have a little pig cause so much
chaos. I had never in my life spent so much time trying to grab an animal and
my frustration at the event had grown so high that I would have started throwing
a tantrum if others hadn’t of been watching. It was like the pig actually had a
vendetta against me.
“I
don’t understand how your father did it. He basically used some sort of witch
power and the damn thing totally stopped running and let your dad pick him up.”
Sarah
laughed at my description of her father, but it was totally true. I had chased
after the damn pig for half an hour and when Sid walked up, the pig just
succumbed to him and let him pick the damn thing up. It would have been
hilarious if it hadn’t been me that had been tortured by the damn pig.
With
Sarah, I had done what I had intended to do and broke her armor for the
slightest of moments. My heart filled with potential and I quickly tried to
figure out how I could prolong this moment with her and keep her armor down
long enough to get to know her. She was a tough woman and I accepted that.
Hell, I loved that she was so damn tough, but it meant I was going to have to
work a little harder than I was used to around a woman. I was all right with
that though; I was all right with whatever I had to do to keep Sarah’s
attention.
“My
father is a big of a pig whisperer,” Sarah continued to laugh.
“I
have to admit, working on the ranch is so much harder than I imagined it would
be and I don’t think I’m very good at it either. Your father has been very
generous to let me work with him.”
“My
father wouldn’t keep you around if you weren’t a hard worker. I think you’re
doing all right.”
I
pulled up my pants leg and exposed a huge bite mark on my leg. I had actually
been a little worried about it, but Mrs. Miller convinced me it happened all
the time and as long as I kept it clean, I would be fine. Meredith Miller was a
pretty amazing woman; she was up for breakfast and still up when we all went to
bed. I could see where Sarah got her strength both physically and mentally.
“What
the hell happened to you?” Sarah yelled at me as she stopped the car in the
parking lot of the store.
“You’ll
laugh, its okay. I’m keeping it clean and it should heal up really soon.”
“Are
there any other injuries I should know about while we are in town? I can load
up on some additional first air supplies,” she said as she smiled at me. “Was
that from the pig?”
“Yes,”
I said and quick looked away. Sarah broke out into laughter and I couldn’t help
turning to look at her. “It really hurt and he was fast,” I defended myself.
Her
laughter was brilliant and I searched my mind for anything else I could say to
keep her laughing. It dawned on me that this was what it was like to truly like
a woman. Which seemed odd considering I had had plenty of girlfriends over the
years, but many of them seemed to be girls that were good enough for the moment
and not girls I truly wanted to be with.
As
I sat in the truck with Sarah, I realized what a huge difference it was with
her compared to other women. I genuinely had put my life at risk to simply have
some alone time with her. I was searching my brain for jokes that might get her
to smile and laugh and that was all I wanted from her. Sure, I would have loved
for her to tell me she wanted to take me to bed, but I was also all right with
exactly what we had in that moment. Her pure laughter was making me happy too,
and the realization was life changing for me.
Even
if I left the ranch the next day and nothing more ever came of my relationship
with Sarah, I had a life changing view of relationships that had taken
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