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You know those towns that are in the middle of nowhere? Yeah, well, that's Rustburg for you. A little town that was filled with farm land and barns. It was that kinda place where no one left and barely anyone new came in. They were so small, they didn't have a school in their town. All the kids had to travel to the city over. Needless to say, that led for some really long days. There were one, maybe two, stops lights in Rustburg and the only vehicles one would see around is trucks or tractors. Small little sports cars? They aren't existent in this town. Another thing about this town is the fact that every Sunday people were expected to be in church. Didn't show up? Everyone will know. It is that kind of town.
"Hello?" A deep southern accent came across the phone.
"Hey Darlin'! You think you could come on by? Help me out with gettin' the guest room ready for my nephew?"
"Sure thing, Miss Hettie! As long as I get some of your sweet tea!"
"Oh, Sweetheart! You will definitely get some!"
"Thanks!" Gracie hung up the phone and ran up the stairs to her room, skipping steps on the way up. She flung her bedroom door open and snatched her boots from the floor. Plopping on the bed, she pulled the boots on her feet then check herself out in the mirror, smiling at the reflection of a girl with boots, shorts, loose grey shirt, and messy windblown hair. Typical country girl!
She jumped off her front porch and walked down the little country road, patting the tops of every fence post she walked by. Gracie was 18 years old. The only life she had ever known was this little town, and the only job she has ever held is a waitress at the smell diner and truck stop in the middle of town. Did she want more? Sure she did, but there was no possible way for her to leave this town. All she knew was horses and farming. Where that land her? Just another small town with horse farms or ranches? It didn't really matter, because believe it or not... she was happy here, unlike her friends who ached to leave this town.
Her whole life was here! Taking in a deep breath, she inhaled a strong whiff of honeysuckles. If she left this town then there would be too many things she would miss. Who would make use of the dock down at the lake? What about the rope that flung her over the water so many times? And her truck! What would become of her old blue Ford. Then, there was her horse. No way in hell was Gracie going to leave her baby.
Finally, she arrived at the Ward's farm. Not only was Mrs. Ward like her second mom, her horse was also staying there so there wasn't a day where Gracie missed being at that farm. But today, she wasn't there to see Roman, she had to help Mrs. Ward with the guest room. Apparently, her nephew is coming to stay with them and it is rumored that he is pretty bad news. Of course, all that is just rumors because who else would willingly come to Rustburg?
"Miss Hettie!" Gracie shouted as she opened the scream door.
"Up here!"
"Oh, you already have it so nice!" The girl said as she looked around the small room that only housed a squeaky brass bad and clunky dresser. "Your nephew will love it!"
"Mmmmmm." The older woman shot a look at Gracie over her shoulder as she tucked the corner of the blanket under the bed. "I ain't gonna put it by the boy to hate it." She shrugged a bit and focused at finishing up the bed. "Carlisle ain't the pleasing kind. I have a feeling he won't like anything." Hettie stood up and wiped her hands over the thighs of her jeans. "All well, he is only bein' sent here for us to straighten him out, not for him to make friends."
"No offense, but I think I'm gonna keep my distance from him." Gracie giggled and trotted over to the window, opening it up to let some fresh air in.
"If that is your plan then you best be leaving. The boy will be here any minute. I just needed you to run out and collect some flowers. Make this room a little more fresh."
"Will do!" A huge grin spread across her face before she went back down the stairs and headed out to one of the fields filled with wildflowers. Of course, she got distracted by the flowers herself and stuck a few in her hair before heading back into the house and grabbing a pitcher to put the flowers in.
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Riiiinnnggg. Riiiiinnnggg.
"Hello?" A deep southern accent came across the phone.
"Hey Darlin'! You think you could come on by? Help me out with gettin' the guest room ready for my nephew?"
"Sure thing, Miss Hettie! As long as I get some of your sweet tea!"
"Oh, Sweetheart! You will definitely get some!"
"Thanks!" Gracie hung up the phone and ran up the stairs to her room, skipping steps on the way up. She flung her bedroom door open and snatched her boots from the floor. Plopping on the bed, she pulled the boots on her feet then check herself out in the mirror, smiling at the reflection of a girl with boots, shorts, loose grey shirt, and messy windblown hair. Typical country girl!
She jumped off her front porch and walked down the little country road, patting the tops of every fence post she walked by. Gracie was 18 years old. The only life she had ever known was this little town, and the only job she has ever held is a waitress at the smell diner and truck stop in the middle of town. Did she want more? Sure she did, but there was no possible way for her to leave this town. All she knew was horses and farming. Where that land her? Just another small town with horse farms or ranches? It didn't really matter, because believe it or not... she was happy here, unlike her friends who ached to leave this town.
Her whole life was here! Taking in a deep breath, she inhaled a strong whiff of honeysuckles. If she left this town then there would be too many things she would miss. Who would make use of the dock down at the lake? What about the rope that flung her over the water so many times? And her truck! What would become of her old blue Ford. Then, there was her horse. No way in hell was Gracie going to leave her baby.
Finally, she arrived at the Ward's farm. Not only was Mrs. Ward like her second mom, her horse was also staying there so there wasn't a day where Gracie missed being at that farm. But today, she wasn't there to see Roman, she had to help Mrs. Ward with the guest room. Apparently, her nephew is coming to stay with them and it is rumored that he is pretty bad news. Of course, all that is just rumors because who else would willingly come to Rustburg?
"Miss Hettie!" Gracie shouted as she opened the scream door.
"Up here!"
"Oh, you already have it so nice!" The girl said as she looked around the small room that only housed a squeaky brass bad and clunky dresser. "Your nephew will love it!"
"Mmmmmm." The older woman shot a look at Gracie over her shoulder as she tucked the corner of the blanket under the bed. "I ain't gonna put it by the boy to hate it." She shrugged a bit and focused at finishing up the bed. "Carlisle ain't the pleasing kind. I have a feeling he won't like anything." Hettie stood up and wiped her hands over the thighs of her jeans. "All well, he is only bein' sent here for us to straighten him out, not for him to make friends."
"No offense, but I think I'm gonna keep my distance from him." Gracie giggled and trotted over to the window, opening it up to let some fresh air in.
"If that is your plan then you best be leaving. The boy will be here any minute. I just needed you to run out and collect some flowers. Make this room a little more fresh."
"Will do!" A huge grin spread across her face before she went back down the stairs and headed out to one of the fields filled with wildflowers. Of course, she got distracted by the flowers herself and stuck a few in her hair before heading back into the house and grabbing a pitcher to put the flowers in.