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Click hereHe had no idea how long they had been sitting there but he recognized Megan's voice immediately. ". . .he is around here close. I can feel it. I have always been able to sense when he is near. I just hope he will stop long enough to talk with me so I can explain what we mean to each other. I have to make him believe me."
Will post the second part as soon as I can.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 14 hours agoAverage as he planned too slow.
Observation, planning, and execution. MC was started out as man who planned way ahead and then froze when confronted with bad circumstances.
Anonymous5 months agoYou are an excellent writer. I appreciate the pleasure I get reading your work.
Anonymous5 months agoI use circled back around to this story as I enjoyed it the first time and it's just as enjoyable as before, Thanks for the story.
Anonymous6 months agoGreat story, although the end of this chapter was a touch weak. Still gave it a 5.
UpperNorthLeft9 months agoExcellent! The details of ranch life take me back to my early years growing up on a ranch in West Texas. 5 stars.
Anonymousabout 1 year agoA really good start on what, so far, is a very good story. I’m looking forward to reading the next chapter. Thanks for sharing, F_S. 5 stars.
l0ver0ticaabout 1 year agoLovin' it so far. I was a city kid, but my dad grew up on a depression-era dairy farm in PA. We often visited there and I spent some time there with my cousins during the summer. One of those summers, I got to watch the haying and silo-filling which was still done using horse-drawn wagons and by "trading labor" with other farms.
The women would follow the menfolk as they moved from farm to farm and everyone would eat at huge outdoor tables outside of the farmhouses when the weather was good. This story reminded me so much of those times, now long-gone like the hard-working folk who lived that life and gave me mine...
