My Story (Complete)

Chapter 2:Storys

"Daddy. That's him."
Leslie said, dad opened the door and I fallowed him out.
"Sir."
James tipped his hat then saw me.
"Miss."
He got off the saddle and took my hand kissing it.
"Lovely to see you again."
"Now are you the young man my daughter has been talking about?"
"Pa!"
I looked down blushing.
"It's that true?"
He asked,
"Maybe. Just a little."
I said softly.
"Well what are you here for son?"
"Work. As I told your lovely daughter here I was thinking of moving to this area. But I have to find work."
"Well I guess our other ranch hands could use help. With me becoming an old man they need all the helping hands they can get. Also I'd never hear the end of it if I didn't."
He said gesturing to me.
They shook hands.
"Please let me walk you to the stable."
He fallowed me, stepping over the holes I warned him where there. I lifted the wooden slab off the door and pushed it open. He fallowed me in and I lead him to an empty stall.
"I should thank you."
"How come?"
"You made me smile."
I blushed and looked down.
"I-I'm sure anyone could."
"No. I haven't smiled in over a year."
"I'm not that special."
I said shaking my head.
"But... you are-"
He started then grabbed my arms softly then trailed to my hands.
"Your a pice of art. But a painting can't see its own beauty because it's on the inside."
I stood in shock.
"T-that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."
He smiled hearing that.
"Well with me around your going to be hearing a lot of compliments."
I gave a half smile,
"Well If you keep to your word I'll give you a kiss."
I joked, a spark lit in his eyes and he smirked.
"Now that's going to be one hell of a prize. And how long should I keep it up before I get my prize? Not that I will stop even after."
He winked at me and I blushed yet again.
"I just found myself another challenge. To see how red I can make you."
He stepped closer and lifted my chin.
"That's a beautiful shade my lady."
"S-shut up!"
I looked away from him.
"Don't. Please. I want to see your beautiful eyes."
I looked back to him, lips slightly parted.
"Super!"
I heard ma shout.
We both sighed in annoyance.
"Well?"
He asked in a soft almost whisper like voice.
"How about two years."
"Deal."
"We should get going before they think anything."
"Yeah."
We walked back out, I put the plank back between the doors and we walked toward the house.
~
I looked out at the dark night sky. The two rebuilt houses on the same ranch we fell in love on. Everything my ma and pa built was sent to hell during the run away scrape two months ago. I looked at my progress and I was already ten pages in.
"So much to remember."
I muttered, I flipped through the ten pages seeing little wet drops. I guess I had been crying.
I looked back outside at ma and daddy's house. Me and Leslie got our own on the land since our family's where growing; more than that one little house could take.
Well I should say her's is mine... well mine seemed to be falling apart. Like happiness was just too far out of reach. I shook my head of these thoughts and turned back to the journal.
"Let's continue."
I whispered.
The soft putter patter of rain sucked me back into the story.
~
I sat at the table and ma poured us each a bowl.
"After super i'll introduced you to the boys."
Daddy said before taking a bite of stew.
"How many are there?"
"Three."
James nodded and Alex kept staring at him.
"Where'd you get that scar from mr?"
"This one?"
He touched his cheekbone and Alex nodded.
"I had a tangle with a Bull. Nicked me good."
He said, Alex was in awe.
"What else have you done?"
He asked,
"I could tell you story's after super if you're ma permits it."
James and Alex looked at Leslie. Alex had pleading eyes.
"Of course. Im interested about your story's too."
Leslie said, I nodded and James looked at me with a smile. I slightly blushed, just the simplest smile got me flustered; this has never happened before I'm not a blusher.
"What is that now? Number eight?"
"Shut up."
I laughed,
"Counting how many times she blushes?"
Leslie asked, he nodded.
"Your going to need a pen and paper."
"Leslie. I swear..."
She smirked at me.
"And by the way, it's number nine."
I added,
"Oh forgive me."
James joked,
Once dinner was finished I helped ma clean the dishes. Then we set up a place by the fire for me, Leslie and Alex to listen to James's stories.
The way he told them, the hand motions, and the way he was so joyful just to tell us stories was amazing.
He talked of outlaws, cattle drives, Indian troubles. How one time he was caught between a crossfire. You could tell it was the truth by the tone of his voice.
I had fallen in love, and I just didn't know.