Red

Chapter One

I feel the warm sweet cream coffee go down my throat as my toes nip with coldness. I turn my head and look out the window and see my old red barn with white doors that need to be cleaned. I hear my phone ring with a little twinkle and I see my mother was calling . "Hi Quinn I am leaving my house now too come clean your barn with you!" Thank gosh because it's freezing and I want it done quick. "Okay love you see you soon!" I hung  up my old iPhone and checked the weather. 10°... great. I better go change, it is freezing here in Kentucky. Just as I finish putting on my fleece lined jeans and my tan Carhartt jacket and gloves,  I hear my wooden door knock. I can hear it very clearly in my small log cabin. My cabin has one floor but I am the only one that lives in it since my husband died two years ago. He had Esophageal cancer and died at 29.
I run down my wooded stairs and get to the door. It's a package. It has my name on it with my address. I didn't order anything?
I opened it up with my old black scissors throwing away the tape and bubble rap. Inside my box was another box that said for you with a heart in it. The heart seemed familiar. My dad! There was also a bracelet that was black leather with a golden plate in it and it had George on it. I miss my dad. He lives in Oregon, he moved there when I went to college for horse training. My college was in Kentucky so that's why I moved here because I loved it so much. My husband also loved Kentucky and they way it smells. Sweet and fresh. He was amazing, they way he could ride a horse was incredible it's like he could talk to them, communicate. When he got sick in the hospital he lost over 20 pounds because he couldn't eat. He was suffering...I was suffering. I practically lived in the hospital, I was there so much when he got diagnosed. The hospital was cold and sad. The nurses were nice and they cared about my husband but it was the people that were in the hospital that made it cold and sad. He was my trooper.
Before he passed away he gave me a horse. Black appendix stallion that loved barrel racing and loved him. When I received the horse the next day my husband died I was a wreck. I named the horse George after my husbands middle name. Cole George Banks was his full name... I loved saying his full name, every time I say it, it filled me up with joy and love.
George got hurt in a pasture accident and is now permanently retired at the age of 15. He now lives in my barn in a huge cushiony stall so he's safe.
Well I put on my bracelet my dad got me I hear a knock at the door... Hey mom!