“Where are a couple of farm boys when I need them?” Channon
Kennedy brushed her horse, Peaches, and rested her head on the side
of the large animal’s neck. She liked being around the horses. She
could talk to them and not have to worry about someone arguing with
her. She’d done enough arguing in the last year for a lifetime.
“I don’t know how I’m going to manage,” she said. She
stopped brushing the horse and looked Peaches in the eye. “I’m one
person with three horses and a hundred acres. That’s a lot for one
person to keep things going.”
The horse snorted, then shook her head.
“I get it. We’ll figure it out.” She sighed and surveyed
the stall. According to her father’s notes, there were two farm
hands living on the property. She hadn’t seen anyone, but the state
of the stall said otherwise. Someone had cleaned it out recently.
She’d need to shovel out the muck and add fresh straw, but it
could’ve been worse.
Not knowing who lived on the farm was her own fault. She’d
been at the house for three days, but had only ventured out during
the last hour. Between the guilt over not being home when her father
died and mourning the loss of him, she hadn’t wanted to be out in
public. She grieved for the end of her relationship with her former
boyfriend, Jack, too. The bastard had cheated on her and dumped her
for a younger woman. She shouldn’t have been so upset. Getting rid
of him should’ve been a relief, but it wasn’t. Seven years was a
long time to be with someone, only to be shafted.
Channon climbed the side of the stall and sat on the wooden
planks. She leaned against the divider bars between the stables. “I
miss the boys the most.” She gripped the shelf along the wall. “I
could use their help, yeah, but I miss their friendship. Brian and
Shaun were here when no one else cared.”
Peaches shifted around and bumped her head against
Channon’s side. Channon hugged the horse. “I miss them. I shouldn’t
because we’re horrible when we’re together. I still remember all the
times we got into trouble, but it was fun.”