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Gemini
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"But I don't want to do horses!"
"Too bad! Now that you're back here, that's your only choice."
Reese glared across the table at her father. "Dad. There's a reason I went to college. I don't want to be stuck here working the ranch, always in the dirt and shoveling shit. I want to do things with my life."
"Then I guess you shouldn't have flunked out." Stephen Blanchard glowered back at his only child, salt and pepper hair on end from running his hands through it. "Until you earn back the money spent for classes that you didn't care enough about to pass, you're going to be working here, and that's final. No negotiations, ifs, or buts. I think there are some things you could learn here. So go change into something more practical and go out to the stable and get started."
Fuming, Reese stormed up the stairs and slammed her door like a child half her age. This wasn't what she had expected when she came home. Of course she'd known that her father would be angry, but not like this. He knew that horses weren't her thing. He knew that she'd been her happiest at college in the city. I bet that's why he's doing this, she thought, yanking a t-shirt and ratty jeans on. Her boots made her footsteps even louder as she thudded down the stairs, to her satisfaction, and she refused to look at her father as she breezed past him and out the door.
As she left, Stephen picked up the phone and dialed the number for the stable office. He knew that Felix would hear it, and he figured that the stable hand should know what was heading his way. Though Stephen had already given the young man a run down, Reese's attitude meant that he should probably get a chance to brace himself.
"Too bad! Now that you're back here, that's your only choice."
Reese glared across the table at her father. "Dad. There's a reason I went to college. I don't want to be stuck here working the ranch, always in the dirt and shoveling shit. I want to do things with my life."
"Then I guess you shouldn't have flunked out." Stephen Blanchard glowered back at his only child, salt and pepper hair on end from running his hands through it. "Until you earn back the money spent for classes that you didn't care enough about to pass, you're going to be working here, and that's final. No negotiations, ifs, or buts. I think there are some things you could learn here. So go change into something more practical and go out to the stable and get started."
Fuming, Reese stormed up the stairs and slammed her door like a child half her age. This wasn't what she had expected when she came home. Of course she'd known that her father would be angry, but not like this. He knew that horses weren't her thing. He knew that she'd been her happiest at college in the city. I bet that's why he's doing this, she thought, yanking a t-shirt and ratty jeans on. Her boots made her footsteps even louder as she thudded down the stairs, to her satisfaction, and she refused to look at her father as she breezed past him and out the door.
As she left, Stephen picked up the phone and dialed the number for the stable office. He knew that Felix would hear it, and he figured that the stable hand should know what was heading his way. Though Stephen had already given the young man a run down, Reese's attitude meant that he should probably get a chance to brace himself.