{A L L Y O U G i R L S} stand up, throw your h a n d s come on lets rock, gonna go all n i g h t gonna watch the dust -fly- show em what we've got, all you soul shakin heart breakin {C O W G i R L S}

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its been a while
sowry
LADIES LOVE COUNTRY BOYS <3

never seen this movie
DONT ATTACK ME
im afraid ide ball my eyes out if i did
i want to watchhhhhh dear jooohhhhhnnnnn
but its not on ooooonnnnnnn demanndddddddd
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im gonna watch anastasia instead
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Chapter 51
I woke up the next morning sprawled along our tiny couch with a blanket thrown over me. I lifted my head and heard a crack echo through my neck. I groaned and slowly lifted and stretched the rest of my body out. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. They hurt. I looked at the clock, it was nine thirty.
Nine thirty! My eyes flew open and I rushed outside. I had completely overslept and today was moving day too, back to Bellmead. That means my chore list was doubled.
My eyes met dad’s, who was bending over a water pump, sloshing water onto his raw and weathered face, “Dad! I’m so sorry; I’ll get right on everything!”
He chuckled and looked me over, I suddenly realized I looked a wreck in my nasty slept-in clothes, “You’re fine Squirt, figured you needed a break so I took care of today’s chores…”
“Oh… thank you…”
He winked, “Just don’t get too comfortable with all these vacations you’ve been getting lately,” He said as he ruffled my hair as he walked past me towards the trailer.
I sighed, glad that I was off the hook but my eyes flew open again, “Sean,” I whispered.
Dad sighed and waved towards the direction of Sean’s lot. I quickly kissed him on the cheek and sprinted over, still in my PJ’s and bare feet. I carefully hopped across the rocky dirt road as the gravel pinched the bottom of my feet while I rushed over to see what kind of condition Sean was in. I threw open his trailer door, not bothering to knock, immediately running into a wall of antiseptic fumes.
“Whoa…” I muttered as the fumes rocked the senses in my brain back and forth. As I walked in I left the door open in order to air out the small space. My eyes met Becky, bending over Sean with a worried expression on her face. Sean was lying down on his bed, his nose pinched and wrinkled with pain.
Becky looked up and gave me a fake smile, “Erica…morning’.”
Sean strained his neck, forgetting about the pain for a second and smiled at me, “Morning gorgeous.”
I returned a bleak smile and sat down cross-legged next to his bed, “Morning… how’re you feeling?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer or not.
“Like a million bucks,” he replied, “But Becky won’t let me get up and /do/ anything…” he complained, tossing Becky a glance.
She sighed, “Don’t worry about it,” she said, slapping her things with both hands and standing up, “I have everything ready to go back to Bellmead.”
Sean huffed and reached out for my hand and held it to his face. It seemed to feel at normal temperature and I let out a small squeak of relief that Sean unfortunately caught and narrowed his eyes at me, “I really do feel better.”
I swallowed and genuinely smiled, “Good.” The last thing that this poor kid needed was infection to spread and for him to start burning up. Good thing I picked a fighter. I turned to Becky, “So what’s your plan?”
“I’ve gotten everything packed up and ready to go. I was planning on taking the horses over first and coming back to get Sean,” she walked towards the door, “I’m going to go start the truck,” she said with a clearly distressed expression. “Erica, could I talk to you for a second… outside?”
Sean stared at Becky with warning in his eyes (Well, in the one eye I could see since the other was warped by the bruise traveling up his cheekbone) and squeezed my hand tighter, not letting me remove his grip.
Becky chuckled, “I’m not gunna’ eat her Sean, I just want to talk.”
I smiled and Sean and removed his hand gently with my other and walked out the door Becky held open for me. He grumbled something to her that I couldn’t hear and she chuckled. She closed the door behind me and her face flipped in an instant, she stared at me with more intensity than I thought Becky with her laugh lined face could manage. “So… what do you think?”
The words weren’t even meant to break my fragile emotions but it’s amazing how they pierced through me like millions of tiny glass shards. What did I think? About what? Did she want me to discuss the fact that the most important person in my life was incapacitated because of my negligence? Did she want me to describe to her how her practically orphaned nephew was maimed under my watch? Did she want me to tell her why I abandoned him and in the short period of time that I did he managed to almost kill himself? How he almost vanished…
I could feel my throat clench around the nonexistent air traveling through it. I /was not/ going to cry in front of Becky, especially how she accused so much from me in that simple question. I swallowed my betraying hormones and looked straight into her eyes, urging mine to be a tad more venomous, “I think…I know… I’m scared to death…” I managed to choke out with as much muster as I could.
To my surprise her lower lip wobbled and her face broke. She pulled me into a hug and sighed. She held me back before her, “Listen to me Erica…”
I nodded fiercely, biting my lip to keep back tears.
Her eyes softened, “He’s fine. I’ve seen worse rodeo accidents before.”
I thought of Pedro and shivered.
“But you need to listen to me.” I nodded my head vigorously, “I have to leave early tomorrow morning to get back to my ranch, I have four mares that are due to foal in the next week. I would have had to leave sooner if it weren’t for these awful turn of events. So that means that /you/ have to take care of him,” she commanded with the fear of god in her voice.
I opened my mouth but no words made their way out so I just nodded my head again, “Don’t let him out of your sight Erica and keep doing what you’re doing. The sling and the leg brace can come off in a week or two, the sprains aren’t that bad. Amy and Jelly can live without exercise for a month or two until they get back to my place but I’m keeping them with him. I tried to get him to give them to me since he won’t be riding for the rest of the season but he fought me long and hard on that one. Just promise me Erica… take care of him for me?”
I swallowed and praised god that He had given me something to work with, something to compensate for abandoning Sean and getting him into this mess. My job is simple but one that I can, and will to the best of my ability, attain. I gave Becky a half smile, “There’s no one better for the job.”
She took my chin in her hand, “Good girl. He’s set for food until he comes back to me at the end of the season. Just /please/ make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. And you don’t do anything stupid either,” she finished with a wink. She opened the driver’s side door that we were standing next to and twisted the key and her Chevy came to life. She took something out of the console of her truck and handed it to me. It was a piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it, “I’m only a call away.” She said with a smile.
She hopped into her truck and slowly towed the two horses behind her away. I shoved her number into the back pocket of my shorts. I hoped that I wouldn’t have to use it. I sighed and opened the door to Sean’s trailer, showing him that Becky didn’t attack me.
The second I stepped in the door Sean whipped his head around to face me with wide eyes, “What’d she say?”
I chuckled, “To make sure you didn’t do anything stupid when she left basically,” I explained as I sat down on the edge of his bed.
His eyes softened, “Oh… she must like you if she didn’t go all West Virginia on you, don’t doubt her I’ve seen her do it to other girls before…”
I smiled and put my hand on his hair and he lifted his head into my lap. His hair was damp, “Did you manage to take a shower?”
He raised an eyebrow at me, “Yeah, Becky had to help me… that was awkward.”
I chuckled and gently twirled his dirty blonde hair with my fingers. He closed his eyes, content, as I traced my finger around his face. “Are you sure all of your chores to get home are done?” I asked.
“Mmmhmm,” he answered, not opening his eyes. I smiled and continued running my finger tips over his perfect nose, across his lips and up the side of his faultless jaw line. When I came to the horseshoe print on his cheek I stopped and as gently as I could traced the U with the very tip of my forefinger, remembering Becky’s words.
I leaned down and kissed his forehead and gently moved his head from my lap. He opened his eyes and grunted in disapproval. I took two steps across his tiny trailer to the counter which the root bruise brew was still sitting and put it in the microwave for 15 seconds. Once it was warm I grabbed a cloth and came back over to his bed. I motioned with my finger for him to sit up. I sat in his lap and started with his face, keeping the cloth on the gruesome discoloration. I leaned my forehead against his while the concoction soaked into his skin. No words needed to be said, the silence was screaming them all. Every time we would open our eyes our eyelashes would mesh and send chills down my spine. And when I couldn’t stop a tear from rolling down my cheek he gently brushed it away with his lips. And if anyone had a camera ready and took a picture of us right now it would surely capture the entire meaning of sacrifice in a horse-girl horse-boy relationship. The thought made me smile.
I leaned back and started with his torso. He hadn’t wrapped his ribs yet or put on his sling or brace. After I finished taking care of his bruises I wrapped his separated rib and had him throw on a light cotton t-shirt before his sling. And when it came time to change the bandage of his thigh I managed to repress a gag and realized that the gash looked ten times better than it did yesterday. I cleaned it and wrapped it once again and had him change into some cargo shorts. I felt bad shimmying the leg brace on, it must be incredibly sweaty and obnoxious rubbing on him all day but when I asked him he just lied smoothly.
“Are you sure?” I asked again, raising an eyebrow at him and holding out a hand to gently lift him from his bed.
He grunted as I pulled him forward and his face twisted with pain, which made mine do the same, “It’s fine,” He said flatly.
I must have made an obvious pained expression because he sighed and pulled me in for a tight hug with the one arm he could. I gently placed my arms around him and kept my head under his chin. I could feel him press his lips to my hair. “Thank you,” he whispered.
I didn’t reply. I looked up and lifted my hand to his cheek and gently ran my thumb over the massive hoof print dug into his beautiful face. I felt a vibration in my back pocket and found my phone with a text from my dad. I read it quickly, “I guess my dad wants us to drive your trailer back so Becky doesn’t have to make a double trip and he’ll just pick up our trailer later while Becky watches our horses,” I shrugged, “Makes sense.”
“Oh no…” he muttered.
“What?” I asked suspiciously.
He raised his eyebrows at me facetiously, “/You’re/ driving /my/ truck and trailer? No way…”
I would have punched him in the arm if he was in better condition but I decided to just stick my tongue out at him instead. I playfully ran to the door of the trailer and stuck my head out to find that my dad had already left with the horses. “Thanks for the goodbye…” I muttered with a chuckle. I turned around and ushered Sean out the door, “We set to go?” I asked.
He raised an eyebrow at me, “I don’t know… I’m genuinely concerned for my truck’s safety, you’re not the most…uh… practical driver… and you have terrible road rage.”
I chuckled, he was right about the road rage, “Just give me the keys, if I total your truck you can have mine, okay?”
“I don’t know I’m not really a Chevy person…”
I trudged over to him and snatched the keys out of his hand, “I wondered what I ever saw in you?” I flashed him a smile and a wink.
“Oh burn…” he laughed as he followed me out the trailer at a slow hobble.
Soon enough we were on the road despite Sean’s grumbling. Even though halfway through the trip I still heard him huffing at me. “Alright, I think I’m driving fine I don’t know what your issue is…”
“No I’m not mad about that… it’s just my face.”
I cringed, “Does it hurt?”
“No, not that, it’s just that people keep staring,” he said, glancing over to the car next to us, the passengers gaping at his purple, blue face.
After I mouthed a quick remark that they obviously received since both passengers whipped their heads forward and their wimpy eco whatever kind of car they were driving fell back a few hundred feet I felt better. I took Sean’s hand in mine, “I still think you’re beautiful…”
He lifted my hand up and kissed it and held my fingers to his lips for the rest of the ride.
After our hour or so drive I helped Sean set up everything once we arrived at Bellmead even though Becky beat us to most of it since we got there. After a half hour of our arrival my dad pulled in with our trailer. I said goodnight to Sean and goodbye to Becky once everything was taken care of since she was leaving early in the morning. I made sure my horses were all set and threw a carrot to Coyote and Molly.
I trudged into the trailer and fell onto my bed. Before my dad could even finish, “You a little tired there Squirt?” I was asleep.
 
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rodeo season in full swing <333333333
stinkin love rodeos
so trashy and fun
AND MY HORSE IS DOING TERRIFIC
IM SO PROUD OF MY LITTLE MANNNNN :))))))))
but yeahhhhhhh in a country mood so i made thisssss
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DIS SET TOOOK FOREVERSSSSSS
sorry this took so long
reached another road block with cowgirl at heart
IDK WHAT TO DO TO MAKE IT INTERESTINGGG>??????
but yeah im likin john mayer lately
SHES A GOOD GIRL LOVES HER MAMA
and ya i know he didnt write that song
actually his lyrics suck
in ever song
but hes good at playing the guitar and makes sexy faces while doing it
so im in
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he is so sexy.
i cant even....
o god.
FOR AUDITION NUMERO UNO
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noboldys cropping anymore
turd faces
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Alright i really hope somone reads this because this was one of the most draining chapters ive ever wrote ive had tough relationships recently and this was...hard so please i hope you read this through :)
 
Chapter 50
I ran my finger across the horseshoe bruise over his heart one more time. I timidly took my hand away from him, “Sean…” I squeaked in agony. He slowly pulled me into him, resting his head on top of mine. I slowly put my arms around him but making sure my hold wasn’t too tight so he didn’t fall into a million pieces, “Does it hurt?”
“No…” he whispered into my hair.
I sniffed and backed away from him, “You’re lying…” He didn’t say anything; he just stared at the ground. I sat down hard on his bed, hiding my face in my hands.
“Erica…” Sean whispered, sitting down softly next to me.
“I was six. Dad, mom and I went to a rodeo in Austin. It was a huge event and the best were competing in it. My dad’s friend, Pedro, was competing in bronc riding.” I continued, my hands still covering my face, “He was an amazing rider and… experienced. When it was his turn I remember my dad’s expression, Pedro was one of my dad’s closest friends. The second he was out of the chute he lost his balance and was falling.” I sighed, “He hit the ground like a led weight but the horse’s hooves pierced his body like he was a stick of butter. I remember… the crack… when the horses hoof went straight through his chest cavity and… his heart.” I looked up; tears now streaming down my cheeks, Sean’s face was as white as a freshly bleached sheet. “He died instantly…”
I started sobbing now, Sean tightly wrapping his arms around me. “You were this close!” I screamed, jumping up in frustration, my arms flailing. “You were this close… to being killed!” I started pacing back and forth, my hysteria matching the feeling felt at the rodeo when Pedro lay lifeless on the ground. I vigorously rubbed my face, “Do you understand that I can’t live without you? What would have happened Sean?! What could’ve…” I was already falling but luckily Sean caught me and I crumpled into his arms.
He sat down on his bed, picking me up with him, and let me sit on his lap and cry myself out into his shoulder. I remember Maria, Pedro’s wife, doing the same thing I was doing this very second, weeping over her husband’s gruesome death. It’s every cowgirl or cowboy’s absolute fear- losing their spouse in a rodeo accident. The remorse they feel for encouraging them, the pain of watching them die. And that almost happened to Sean. I kept on with my sobbing and my screaming- re-running the incident in my head, watching him being trampled… Eventually I started to calm down, and then there was silence.
Sean put his forehead on mine, “I’m sorry.”
“It wasn’t your fault…” I responded, my voice still a bit ragged.
“But you’re upset, and I hate it when you’re upset.”
“But you’re hurt and I hate it when you’re hurting.”
“Touché.”
I kissed his nose. I got off of his lap and sniffed, walking over to the pot with the roots in it. I grabbed a dish cloth and brought it over to the bed. I wet it in the tea and left the pot on Sean’s side table. I used my forearm to wipe the tears salting my cheeks, I didn’t want to see the bruises, hell I wanted to pretend they didn’t exist but they needed to be taken care of. “Stand up… let’s get your shirt off.”
As delicately as I could I pulled his sling off with just his bandage showing now, “Can you bend it?” I asked, referring to his elbow.
“Better not try…” he grunted as he finally got it off. I pulled his sleeve off of one arm and then the next. I scanned his arms, only a few knick here and there, nothing like the brands on his chest.
“Sit,” I said, nodding towards the bed. I sat next to him with the cloth soaked and ringed out with the brew. I gently dabbed at the grotesque mounds of black and blue, trying not to barf. That’s one thing I have a problem with whether it’s horses or people I’m not totally stomach-proof when it comes to the medical field.
He caught my expression and leaned forward to lay his lips on my forehead and he kept them there for a while. I sighed and scooted closer but he just scooped me up and put me on his lap until I was facing him cross legged. I held the cloth on a particularly sickening contusion and leaned my forehead on his shoulder. “Thank you for doing this…” he whispered.
“It’s the least I can do,” I whispered back in an almost desperate tone of voice because I know what I’m doing is useless and not good enough.
“I don’t want you to worry about me,” he said flatly.
I laughed sarcastically, “Oh okay that’s easy enough.” I could feel the muscles in his neck closing his face into a frown. I removed the cloth and made sure the bruise had soaked in enough of the healing nutrients from the tea. I moved onto the next patch of discoloration, “Tell me if it hurts.”
As I put pressure on the next bruise he breathed in sharply. I yanked my hand away and peered at him in search of any sign of pain. Luckily he was a good liar and smiled, “Didn’t feel a thing.”
I bit my lip and hid my head on his shoulder again so he wouldn’t see my eyes pile up with tears. This time I made sure to use the least amount of pressure possible. To distract myself I started tracing the veins on his other hand. He shuddered at my ticklish light touch. I sighed and moved onto the next bruise. After all the bruises had soaked up enough of the root concoction and turned into a pruney kind of state I stood up and stretched, “Do you have any bruises on your legs?” I asked, hoping the answer to be no.
He nodded, “It’s a bad one though, I don’t think that would help.”
I shrugged, disappointed that I just keep finding new injuries on Sean, “Might as well try.”
“But,” he interrupted me, “it’s pretty gruesome,” he explained making a disgusted face just picturing it.
I gulped, “I can handle it. Now take off your pants.”
He chuckled, “Yes m’am.”
I half-smiled and unstrapped his leg brace and slid it off. Sean and I were comfortable enough with each other that I didn’t care if he was half naked in front of me or not. On the leg without the leg brace was a bandage covering the mid section of his thigh.
“On a scale of one to ten, how bad?” I asked, trying to prepare myself.
He frowned, “Nine…”
I sucked in a gulp of hot air and started to unwrap the gauze. Underneath was a patch of cotton but it was soaked in some sort of fluid. I bit my lip and peeled it off revealing one of the most horrid, most repugnant, most hideous things I’ve ever seen or smelled. It was obviously another kick from the bastard bronc but it had penetrated the skin, although the gash not wide or deep enough for stitches. Oozy puss trickled from the wound like a leaky faucet, explaining the mysterious liquid soaking the cotton patch. As I realized what it was covered in I hurled it into the sink and dove for the bathroom door, making it to the toilet just in time to heave up all of today’s food I had taken in. Every time my stomach took a rest the image popped back into mind and I hurled again and again until I could finally picture the repellent image and manage to not regurgitate.
Sean hobbled quickly over to my side and tried to soothe me. He held back my hair and kept repeating, “I’m sorry Erica… I’m sorry…” I sat on the bathroom floor my arms hugging the toilet seat. Sean flushed the toilet and whispered again, “I’m sorry Erica I shouldn’t have let you see that… don’t worry about it…”
“No, I’m fine,” I muttered, standing up on shaky legs. I peeked down at Sean’s leg and managed to maintain my stomach, seeing that as a good sign. “Uh… go lay down on the bed I’ll be there in a second.” Sean left and I quickly took a swig of water from the bathroom sink and rinsed my mouth out with it. I hobbled back in and sat down beside his body.
As I got to take a closer look at it I noticed the wound around the horseshoe print wasn’t red which was a good sign. It seems the paramedics beat me to it with the antiseptic then.
“Okay,” I said slowly to myself and Sean. “I’m going to drip in some of this root tea and then put some antiseptic on it, which I’m assuming you have?” Sean nodded, pointing to a cabinet. “Good, then I’ll just bandage it back up again.” Sean groaned and I squeezed his hand with mine. “Just warning you, it’s probably going to sting when I drip this stuff in.”
“Great,” he muttered.
I sighed, rising and walking over to the cabinet which he had pointed to. In it I found a first aid kit complete with gauze, cotton and antiseptic- all I needed for my patient. I walked back over and sat on his bed next to him. I soaked the wash cloth in the tea bringing it over towards the wound.
“Get ready,” I warned.
He shrugged like it was no big deal, his eyes giving him away. I squeezed and dropped in no more than four drops but I could tell it hurt. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” I muttered as I fumbled for the antiseptic. I quickly sprayed some on and laid down a fresh cotton patch.
“Not…bad…” he grumbled, his nose crinkled at the pain or the smell, or both.
I started to wrap his thigh, glad that I got that over with. I pinned the gauze and he was finished. I looked up at him, “Be honest with me, do you feel better or worse?”
“Better, definitely,” he lied.
I sighed, grabbing his leg brace and starting to gently shimmy it up his leg. I strapped him in tightly and looked his mid section over- he looked awful. Tears started to prick my eyes once again, I tried to make him better and it didn’t work…
Before I could say anything I was already pulled into his lap, Sean’s strong arms surrounding me, “Thank you…/so/ much…” he whispered.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t do more,” I whispered back.
He put his hands on my neck, underneath my hair, his nose gently touching the tip of mine, “I couldn’t have been blessed with anyone better than you Erica… I mean it,” he said, gently touching his lips to mine.
I leaned back, giving him a weak smile and sniffing, “Where’s Becky?” I asked, realizing how late it is.
“She said her friend was having trouble delivering a foal a few miles down the road so she went to go help. She said she’d be back by now…”
I shrugged and stood up, “Are you all set?”
He smiled, trying to lift my confidence concerning his health, “Yep, feeling like a million bucks,” he said with a wink.
I leaned down and kissed his forehead, “Goodnight…call me if you need /anything./”
As I headed for the door he said softly, “I love you…”
“I love you too…” I whispered back. I closed the door gently and walked over to our lot. The second I saw my dad’s face as I stepped into the trailer I flung my body into the side of his and burst into tears.
He sat me down on the couch and let me cry into him, “Aw…Squirt…” He murmured.
I cried. For hours. Until I blacked out and gave into sleep.
 
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such a good song
well hey guys long time no log in
i think i might start writing again
depends if my mother comes home
then she'll start yelling
then i wont want to write
but i promise i will finish that story if it takes me a million years
i dont like leaving things unfinished
sorry for this shitttaky set
im a little shaky
so expect a new chapter soon
if anyone ieven reads it anymore haahah

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