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"Good things take time, but not when you keep running...
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I awoke the next morning to a light frost and severe exhaustion. I kept having dreams about the wicked. A tall, slender man with a bold hat kept sticking out like a sore thumb. I was in the basement at work when I saw this man, but I couldn't do anything. I was frozen. Every time the suspense of this dream got even tenser; I kept waking up in a slight sweat. I staggered to the kitchen to get me a can of an ice-cold Coke as I checked the conditions of the weather out of my kitchen window.
"Looks like it'll be nice and sunny today," I thought as I took a sip of my Coke. I don't know about you, but the first sip is always the best. "It'll be a good day to go riding," I finished as I planned out my day ahead of time.
I took about an hour to get ready and about a good thirty minutes getting my horse tack and trailer hooked up to my truck. I grabbed my horse's halter and lead rope from the barn as my beloved horse, Arson, nickered at me as he saw me coming. He was a nine-year-old black Quarter Horse gelding. I mainly ride him as a barrel racing horse, but I keep his mind busy by either working cows on my friend's farm down the road or usual trail riding. My plan today was to take him to the local arena and work on the pattern, then take a long trail ride to ease both of our minds through the Appalachian Mountains. I patted him on the neck as he loaded effortlessly into the trailer, giving him a handful of Alfalfa-Timothy pellets to reward him since he had overcome his fears of a trailer recently.
"Shit!" I scold myself as I had just remembered I forgot to pick up my paycheck from work while going down the road. "Why does this always happen when I'm going the opposite way?!" I cussed as I cautiously found a place to turn safely with my trailer and not slinging my horse everywhere in the process.
Bless him, he must really trust me if he trusts my driving...
Only kidding! I didn't earn the nickname Granny Express for nothing by my rodeo friends.
As I pulled into the parking lot horizontally at Bobby's, I noticed a black SUV parked. It looked awful nice to be from around here. But man, those new Chevrolet Tahoe's were nice!
I put my parking brake on as I shot a quick glance at Arson waiting patiently in the trailer before walking through the quiet club of Bobby Mackey's. I looked through the dining room to see it vacant, but I could hear talking coming from what sounded like the other side of the building.
"Bobby?" I said as I started to head to his office when I was stopped by him sitting in a chair on the main floor with another man sitting beside of him. I had known now that those ghost hunter guys were here to film their show, and I just royally fucked up their interview.
I raised my eyebrows and made a face only a mother could love as I made awkward eye contact with one of the cameramen, making him laugh as he too saw my face of embarrassment.
