Stable Connection

Chapter Thirteen

Lina’s POV

            I was fully expecting to be grounded for the next few weeks for what happened with Landon but to my surprise my parents didn’t seem to be that upset with me about the whole thing; maybe it was just the fact that Landon actually hit me that made them forget about the rest of it. I still couldn’t believe that he did that; I would have never expected that out of Landon, it just wasn’t the kind of guy that he was. I was happy that Jon hit him but at the same time I was nervous about him getting in trouble for it; luckily the sheriff is Jen’s dad and like a second father to me so he would basically bend over backwards to make me happy. I was still confused on what exactly happened out there; it was like after Landon hit me I just went into a daze of rage, I had never wanted to shoot anyone more than I did in that moment.

            It was a good thing that Jon was there because I might have just shot Landon; I doubt I would have went as far as to kill him but maybe an arm or leg shot, something that I knew would hurt like hell and take him a while to recover from. He deserved it, he hit me; if there’s one thing that you learn in the south it’s that a man never hits a woman, it doesn’t matter how mad you are or what she did to you, you never hit a girl. If Jon wasn’t there to talk me down and Landon wouldn’t have left when he did there would have been a whole lot more bullet holes in things other than just his truck; I couldn’t believe that I just lost it like that, it was like I wasn’t even fully in control of my own body.

            After a long lecture from my parents about being more responsible with firearms they reminded me that they had a horse show in Kentucky that they were going to; I had totally forgotten that they were leaving, they were going to be gone for two weeks and I was in charge of the farm while they were gone. It was a yearly trip that they always took to buy new horses for breeding; we had to buy a few new horses a year to keep the bloodlines fresh and try out new combinations to see what type of horses we could produce. I was looking forward to two weeks without them here but at the same time I hoped that Landon would listen to the sheriffs warning and stay off our property because there was no telling what I would do if he showed up again; the fact that I had to deal with all the work my father would normally do on the farm was a bit of a downer but it would be worth it to have the house to myself for two whole weeks.

            The first part of the week started out as normal; Jon was getting into more of a routine and I didn’t have to help him with as much which was a good thing seeing all the things I had to deal with in the office all day. I would spend most of my off time hanging out with Jon in his apartment; since my mom wasn’t around to cook for us and I had no interest in cooking we went to town everyday for most of our meals. The more I got to know Jon the more I liked him; he was a really nice person to hang out with and we seemed to get along with each other like we had know each other for years instead of just over a week. We had a lot in common with each other too; he was a lot like his dad so it wasn’t hard to fall into easy conversation with him about the things that Bubba and I used to talk about.

            By the time Wednesday rolled around I decided to start trying some training with Talon, a two year old stallion; he was pig headed and stubborn, one of the hardest horses I have ever had to break. Ginger hadn’t been cooperating with her breaking in either earlier during the week so I thought moving on to another horse for a while would take my mind off of her; I knew that Talon wasn’t going to be much better than Ginger but seeing as how he was three times her size I decided to take a few precautions with him before training. I latched the shin guards which were basically just a thin piece of metal wrapped in padding around my legs and changed to a longer lead rope so that I would have some slack if he decided to rear up on me like he normally does.