Cowgirls Don't Cry

Chapter 6

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

hi guys umm well its not the best chapter yet but i hope you enjoy anyway and  you know the drill  like comment etc let me know what you think

thanks

emily

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I had the best sleep last night, better than any I’ve had in ages. I get up at 6:00, hearing the house come to life. I open the blinds, noticing that you can see the barn from my window and seeing Finn out there made me remember what he had told me the night before, but noticing the fact that I was standing in my pjs, at my window with Finn waving at me; that was embarrassing. ‘Good one Hazel.’

I walk into the kitchen wearing my dressing gown and ugg boots, as it is freezing up here.

“Morning dad, morning grandpa.”

“Good morning.” They reply in unison.

“What would you like for breakfast?” dad asked me.

“Whatever is going.”

“That would be bacon and eggs or pancakes.” grandpa told me.

“Ah! Pancakes please.”

I scoff my breakfast into me, knowing that Finn would be waiting for me, and go and get dressed.

I go do my teeth and hair. Leaving it out as it is naturally straight, and go back to my room pulling on a pair of my new jeans as well as a blue and black chequered shirt; I slap my cowboy hat on my head, pick up my boots and head out the door. I see a chair on the porch, sit down and put my boots on. I run to the barn to excited to wait any longer.

The barn was huge, 20 horse stalls line either sides of the large walkway, horses filling only a few, but I walk to the end of the barn where I see Caleb filling feed buckets.

“Morning beautiful.” He said smiling.

I giggle. “Morning Caleb.”

“Ahh, there she is!” Finn said placing a bridle back on its hook.

“Morning Finn.”

“So, let’s meet the gang then, shall we?” he offers me his hand.

“Alright!”

We walk over to a stall on the right hand side; it had a pure black horse in it who Finn introduced to me as James Bond. Who in fact was Finn’s horse.

“He’s gorgeous, Finn.” I say intrigued by his beauty.

“Well after you meet the rest, why don’t you pick out a horse you like, as long as it isn’t mine, Caleb’s or your grandpas?” He asked really meaning it.

“You serious?” i reply jumping up and down.

The nest stall we walk to has a chestnut quarter horse in it. His name is ‘Immortal Flame’, shiny coat, deep brown eyes and 1 white sock on his front leg.

“And this is your grandpa’s horse, ‘Eye of the Storm’, but we just call him storm, most of the time.”

“He’s beautiful!” dapple grey in colour, with brown eyes and a dark brown mane and tail.

“Annnnnd this is Caleb’s horse, or 1 of, he has three because of the rodeos he does.” He says extending the ‘and’.

“Wow.” He is dark bay with 3 white socks and a whit blaze down his face.

“His name is ‘#wreckless’”

“That’s so Caleb, the names and all.”

“Yep, that’s what I thought when he brought him here.” Finn said sighing. “’Ain’t Misbehavin’ and ‘Skater Boy’ here, are Caleb’s as well.”