Tamed (Completed)

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The property signer insisted on meeting at the court house. He acted like it was out of his way to go to the house to sign the papers, hell I didn't even really remember where it was. I walked through the courthouse doors, my boots clanking on the concrete floor. The man sat in his office and looked me over once. "Are you Bernie Angler's great niece?" he asked, reading through the paperwork. "Yes I am." I said, my southern tone kicking out the sentence. 

I sat at the desk and signed everything he asked me to. "I was surprised you wanted the property I must say." the man joked, I didn't know what he was talking about. Why wouldn't I? I gave him a glance and finished signing. He handed me a folder with my copies and the keys. "That is all you need." he said, standing to walk me out. I nodded and shook his hand. 

"Thank you very much for informing me." I said, climbing in my truck. "Thank you, and good luck." he said waving me away as I backed out and drove away. What did he mean by good luck? This guy was weird. But at least now I have my keys and I can get to my new home. I looked up at the storm clouds above me and hoped I would get home before it got too bad. 

The drive there was a bit eerie. The further I drove the less was around. There in the distance, in the middle of nowhere Texas was my house. It was huge, three stories with a white picket fence around a small section of the front yard. The horse stables were just as I remembered them and I could see one out in the pasture. I smiled and pulled into the driveway. 

Before I unpacked or anything I walked into the stables. My old horse's reigns still hung by the doorway. I remember uncle Bernie buying the horse in the field about a year ago as a college graduation gift. It was big now and I couldn't wait to get back on it and ride again. I closed the stable door and walked inside, bringing my bags. 

Uncle Bernie always kept the house so neat and fresh, nothing had changed. Everything was clean and put away. His son's had packed stuff up and hauled it away but neither of them wanted the property, so it was given to me. I was like a daughter to my great uncle, he was very close growing up and I would spend summers visiting him on this farm. 

Thunder rolled outside and I jumped a bit, it was so loud out here, there was nothing to block the sound, not like in the city I was use to. I looked outside to see the horse jump the fence, spooked by the thunder. "Shit." I whispered, running outside. It bolted down the side pasture, right for the neighbor's house.