(Olive)
OLIVE POV:
"But grandpa, we don't need another hand. Rosie and I have it covered." My grandpa had just told me that they had hired a new ranch hand for the summer. "And did he really have to be from the city! He's gonna be totally clueless!"
"Olive, this kid really needs our help. And his parents were old friends of your moms." My grandma added.
"Sill it's not fair." I said and stormed out of the house.
I went to the barn and started on my chores. Cleaning the stalls, brushing and feeding the horses, checking water, and cleaning the saddles. This took about twenty minutes then I went out to water my grandma's flowers.
Once I stepped out side I heard tires on the gravel. I turned and saw an old beat up pickup. The window was rolled down and he drove up to Rosie then pulled away.
He climbed out of the cab and walked inside the house. From where I stood I could tell that he was tall and built. His hair was dark brown and had a little facial hair. He was kinda intimidating, but in a very attractive way.
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The Boy In The Loft
JugendliteraturWhen a boy from the city moves out to a farm ran by a girl, her sister and their grandparents, he ends up learning more than just horses
