My Wild Western

Spring 2006

How Could I ever forget it the sun was scorching my first day exploring our new life I was 6 my long blonde hair tied in a tight ponytail shorts and a little checkered shirt. My father had bought me cowgirl boots which I wore relentlessly just so I can match him.

In early days life was hard getting to grips with my father being gone days at a time and even when he was there he was always up earlier and working so we barely saw each other, my mother the bell of the ball Dakota Slade it was said she could make any man drop to there knees but not my father no she tamed the beast but by god she was a devoted wife.

She adored him almost worshiped him infact...he was a provider it didn't matter what conditions he faced he always brought home what we needed he was originally born in Montana working at my grandfather's ranch before I was born but when he fell head over heels for my mother he left his life behind to be with her until she decided it would benefit me and tadaa here we are today...

My father a strong willed man he was like every other cowboy dirty mouth, raging temper but I didn't see it he was always so soft when it came down to me I guess that's what happens when your an only child.

I've always loved horses as a toddler my father would take me out on his favourite Thoroughbred Dusty Her conditioned Black mane would hypnotise any man,women or child she was graceful, eligent in fact but my lord her loyalty was unmeasurable.

I myself had my own horse yet another Thoroughbred Named Lucky she was a beautiful shade of nutmeg and I couldn't adore her more she was my best friend from the morning I woke on my 5th birthday I knew exactly what I wanted and that's exactly what I got I guess I was a little bit of a daddys girl but why not I am an only child.

As time passed on Summer 2009 my mother perished a horrific forest fire trying to save me I had choosen that day to take Lucky out on my own being 9 and being trusted really paid off but I will never regret something more in my entire life. She managed to lead me and Lucky out of the forest to safety but before she could free herself the flames engulfed her I watched as she suffered. My father was never the same after that I always needed escorted or protected my freedom now came with its own personal leash.

Who was there to hold the leash Wyatt my dad's oldest ranch hand he was 32 when he became my personal hinderance but he made me laugh and always watched out for me I look at him more like an uncle than just an employee. He was as country as they come every other word was 'Fuck'.

As Life went on I saw many men and women come and go stray would come and go but Wyatt,Roscoe & Casey never did they became part of the furniture living out in the bunkhouse I always used to sneak in because I kinda like the foul mouths and the stories god I could listen to them forever.

It's Now June 2021 I'm Finally 21 my world being this ranch I worked here full-time but I also ran most of it when my father would go on business trips with the support of Wyatt of course and at the age of 45 he was still here not as hands on as he used to be but by god he was a good cowboy.

Big Red joined us here not long after I turned 18 she was 29 herself she was bold and not like any petite women she was a warrior knoble and brave, our relationship blossomed and she became my go to when I was having women problem I guess being surrounded by men you would expect her to be a flousy but not her she was tough as old boots she keeps the men in line.

It Was 18th Of June I Remember It Well it was a beautiful morning the birds singing the sound of the grasshoppers what could be more peaceful... It didn't last long a Grey Dodge Ram speeds down our front drive who the fuck was that.

The Dodge grinds to a holt atleast the breaks work I storm over coffee in hand 'Who the fuck do you think you are' my voice firm but riddled with attitude as he steps out I'm taken back jesus.

'Sorry little lady did I scare you' his big brown eyes and his raven black hair this man was a god his cheeky confident smirk plastered above that strong jaw line. Fuck he was hot 'No what makes you think I'm afraid I'm just wondering what the fuck your doing on my father's property' I reply after finally snapping out of my own head.

'Sawyer James the New Ranch hand' he extends his strong muscluar arms for a handshake I shake his hand rather confused 'Do I Get To Know Yours' his grin like the Cheshire Cat 'Sorry to disappoint Mr Slade but I'm not interested' I turn on my heels walking back up the porch 'My Father's Down the Barn Go Introduce Yourself' I point towards the big barn I'm not his secretary.

That Was The First Time I Had Laid Eyes On Him And It Probably Wouldn't Be The Last Time either...