The country side was rather quite, very quiet...too quiet. Amanda enjoyed silence as much as the next writer but here it was deafening to her. The only sound she could hear was the classical music playing in her cars CD changer as he road along the dirt road in her Crossover. Thankfully she had owned a car that could handle all the bumps on the road that seemed cover the path she was going along. Sighing, she found her mind wandering to how she had possibly found herself out here of all places... She had not done well in the city, her novel was never getting past the first step of the publishing process, the readers liked it but they didn't think it had selling value. Of course it had selling value, all of the hire readers enjoyed it! Doesn't that mean anything? Well, apparently it didn't to the publishing companies. They needed some positive feed back than what the reader seemed to be saying. Her lack luster job was also barely supporting her, working as a waitress was hardly beneficial to her preferred career. Eventually, things started to change. Her loving grandfather passed away, leaving her and her sister a little farm out in the country. At first she wanted nothing to do with and told her parents to try and sell it...But not too soon after she received another failed publishing letter and decided that maybe...heading out there was what she needed. After some chattering with her sister she told the girl to come along, at least to figure out what the farm was like and what there really was that needed to be done on it. Maybe they could figure out how to sell it or, if they decided to, how to take care of it. Either way, Amanda needed the space and the time to figure out her path...and working a farm seemed like a really good idea to do it. If not, she could at least be working on something important and productive instead of wasting away as a waitress in the big city... She turned onto the drive of the farm and started to head towards the main house...Over grown field on either side of the road she took. ______________ "Big Bro...Get up...Come one we have to go meet the new owners..." Patrick said to his sibling as he kicked the older man in the side lightly with his cowboy boots on. Being the younger of the two he was a bit more bright eyed than his brother in the morning. But that was the life of a farm hand, early hours before the owner and getting stuff done. However, today was different. After the passing of the old man the worked for, the farm got passed to his grandchildren. They hadn't been around but the family had asked the brothers to keep an eye on the farm while they figured out the rest of the grandfather's burial and where his old things would go. Long since taken away and laid to rest, the house only had the old man's things. The brother's watched over the small animals and made sure things kept running. Now the children were finally coming around to figure things out. Patrick was a bit worried he'd have to look for new work with his brother. They had been working the farm for years, even when they were really young boys. It's all they had ever done. To have to try and find a ranch looking for workers this late in the year made him worried. Would anyone even take them so late in the season? Sighing he kicked his brother a bit harder. "Come on! Get up!"