“Where are we going,” I asked about
fifteen minutes of riding in pure silence.
“My place,” dalton said surely.
I was silent after that. I had barely known
dalton for thirty minutes and he was
taking me to his house? But somehow, I
felt a weird connection and knew that it
would be OK. If it had been any of my the
guys I had met previously, I wouldn’t let
it happen. I wouldve had a huge problem
with it, but for some reason, with dalton,
I didn’t.
About five minutes later, we reached a big
metal building with a small red and white
barn about fifty yards from it. The house
had several wooden doors and windows.
Dalton slid off his horse and held out his
had to help me off. Once again, as soon
as he touched me, a rush of adrenaline
shot through me. This had never
happened with the other guys I dated or
even liked. I had had several boyfrinds in
the past because, in their words not
mine, I was “drop dead gorgeous”. I had
dark brown hair with swooping bangs. I
was about five foot seven inches with
long legs. And I was considerably skinnier
than most girls my age (I was eighteen). I
had taken dance for sixteen years and
was very graceful and carried myself well.
After I was off, I took the time to look
him over. He was tall, roughly six foot
one. He towered over me, or it seemed
like he did. He had broad shoulders and a
strong torso. He was strictly muscle. His
white shirt showed off his ab and chest
muscles. His dark wash jeans were
perfect for him. They had a hole at his
right knee and covered his black cowboy
boots.
When I met his gaze again, I blushed. He
had been watching me the entire time.
“Well,” he said. “Should we go inside, or
stand here in the cold looking at each
other?”
I wanted so badly to say “stand here and
look at each other”, but I willed myself
out of it and headed towards the door.
He beat me to it and held it open for me.
I started to wander around byself without
any invitation.
It was a two bedroom, two and a half
bathroom house. The master bedroom
was painted a dark green with mahogany
base boards and tan shag carpet. This was
obviously daltons room because of the
clothes laying folded on the bed. The
other room was painted a gold with the
same carpet as the master bedroom.
The living space was all one big room
which alternated from tile to carpet.
When I was finished exploring, I
wandered back into the kitchen area only
to find dalton sitting down with a
sandwich in front of him, and one next to
him.
“And?….” he asked.
“Its nice,” I said subtly.
“After dinner, we are going on a little ride
around. Is that ok?” dalton said with a
little smirk on his face.
“That depends,” I said flirtatiously. “Do I
get to ride with you?”
Dalton just looked at me with his dazzling
smile and laughed quietly to himself.
After riding for a few hours, Dalton had
taught me how to control the horse. I
really enjoyed it and he knew that I did.
His strong arms always reaching around
me, his hands on mine while I was
holding the reins. But, this didn't last for
long.
Withing the next ten minutes, my world
was turned backwards.
I heard a gunshot, I felt seering pain in
my left arm, another gunshot, more pain,
but this time in my left abdominals, then
blackness.
