Tamed and Free

Chapter 2: Deacon

Deacon was new to this small town, like yesterday new. He was about seven feet tall and had brown hair with a beard to match. His hair went down to his shoulders. His dark blue eyes shining with his smiles. Complete Scottish look with the accent to match. His Aunt and Uncle decided to take him in, The McAnisters', as long as he works at their feed shop, setting him up in their guest house.

He climbs out his silver Ford Ranger and walks over to the store and stops to see a teal Jeep Wrangler blasting Shaina Twain come roaring in and park beside him. The most beautiful girl he ever saw was in it. She was tall and had curves where they counted. She was wearing a Dixie Outfitters shirt and a pair of jeans. Her shoes were just a pair of dirty tennis shoes and her brown hair was air blown from the ride over here. She pulled a pair of pink metal aviator sunglasses off her face and put them on cross necklace on her rearview mirror.

She jumped out and walked to the front door.

"Hey." He said as he put the key in the lock.

She was scrolling her phone, "Hey."

He unlocked the door and walked inside, turning on all the lights. He ran through how to get the store operating as his aunt instructed. Then he began the paperwork. Deacon was also watching the girl go straight to the dog food and pick up a bag of Taste of the Wild dog food and then walk over to the horse supplies.

Deacon watched the dog with her, although not on a leash, was right beside her through every aisle she went on. He also watched her stare passionately at all the saddles and bridles, the blankets and helmets.

As the girl was walking up to the counter, Deacon felt a knot in his throat. He mustered up enough whatever he needed, he didn't know, to say, "Did you find everything you were looking for?" He asked her.

She pulled out her wallet from her back pocket. His heart seemed to skip another mysterious beat. "I did. Thanks." She finally looked up at Deacon. Her light blue eyes matched with his perfectly. "Umm, Is Antoine here?" She asked, breaking his mental confession of love.

He began stuttering. She began giggling. "He is not. He told me he was coming in later." He finally got out.

"Did he tell you about a girl with a loan for Mr. Lopez's lumber company?" She was getting a rosy pink to her cheeks.

"He did. Are you....." Deacon checked the paper work his uncle gave him for it. "Gatlin Shore?"

"I am. I owe a thousand dollars still but I am paying only a two hundred fifty today. Which should leave me with seven hundred fifty left, correct?" She pulled out the bills. Both for the dog food and the loan.

"Yes. That's correct." He said. Taking the money, he did as his uncle instructed and put the money for the dog food in the register and the money for the loan in a zip up pack from the bank. He printed a receipt for the dog food and wrote one for the lumber. "Have a great day!" He sing songed.

"Thanks! You too!" She turned to her dog. "Let's go Beau." She pulled the dog food on her shoulder and went out to the Jeep.