The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.
Mitch glanced at Samantha until he’d drifted to the gravel shoulder on the state highway. Samantha yelped as Mitch yanked the truck and trailer back onto the road. As soon as the truck and trailer were under control again he pulled to the shoulder as his adrenaline started to settle down.
He jumped from the truck and walked back to see if the bulls were okay. It surprised him when the other truck door shut and Samantha walked back to join him. They studied the animals in the trailer for several minutes before Mitch motioned to the bulls with his feed coop hat.
“Looks like they’re none the worse for wear. I’ll watch more carefully over the rest of the trip.” He leaned against the trailer and studied her. “How did you and Levi enjoy each others company?”
A peaceful expression covered Samantha’s face. “They have a lot of cool stuff, stuff I’ve never seen.”
Mitch lifted an eyebrow as he watched his granddaughter. Then he muttered, “Like how long you can hold a kiss before you need to breath.”
Without breaking stride Samantha replied, “Naw, I knew that. Although Levi already bested all old boyfriends.”
Mitch’s mouth opened and closed for a few seconds before he closed it. He would not play verbal jousting with Samantha; he was afraid he’d lose. The rest of the trip home was more relaxed and neither of them brought up anything from the trip to the Worthy ranch. They rolled into the Maverick Ranch headquarters and Mitch drove to the corral that would be the new bulls home for a few weeks until they acclimated to their new home. With Samantha working gates and Mitch threading through the sometimes-narrow enclosures, they unloaded with no incidents. In short order everything was accomplished that they needed done and they headed to the house for a late dinner.
He glanced at Samantha. “Are you going to tell your parents about your hot new, long distance, boyfriend?”
“Papa, please don’t tell them. I want something of mine to be private before five men try to help me work out my social life.”
Mitch considered her for a minute but saw what she meant. “Okay. But you have to tell your Dad’s before it gets any more serious than it already is. At least he lives far enough away you won’t be going out every weekend.”
Samantha kept her silence long enough he understood it was already past that stage. “You’ve already got something worked out, don’t you?”
“Well, sort of.”
“They’re taking a few of the Senepol to the state fair.”
“It might be about the same time the junior cattle show happens. So we would spend time together.”
Mitch stared at her for a minute, “Ah, crap. Tell your parents before then. When does that little event start?”
Samantha muttered something, but he wasn’t certain what she said. “What? Don’t think mumbling will keep me from asking as many times as it takes until I know what you said.”
“Okay, fine. It starts in a week. And I will spend time with Levi regardless of what the five of you think.”
A chill ran up Mitch’s spine at the tone of Samantha’s reply. He recognized a battle cry.
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