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After the conversation he'd had with Samuel on Sunday, Jay knew (in his heart) that he couldn't hang around the ranch much longer. There was harvest work to be done, and he spent the next few days putting in long, hard hours in the Texas sun. He was busting his ass from sunrise to sunset, and nights were spent writing things down in his notebook.
The day before he left, he did another ride around the property (this time not falling off his damn horse) and he made sure that anything he wanted to take with him (that notebook, a few peach pits wrapped in paper) was packed in his bag. He made certain that his gun was clean. He did his laundry, and grabbed himself a bath.
Saturday morning he was up with the sun, and out in the stables. Only this time, it wasn't saddling up his horse for a day's ride around the ranch. Cortez was eating his breakfast while he carefully brushed down the horse's hide.
If he was a little distracted, well, leaving a place (the girl you'll fall in love with someday) behind did that to a man.
The day before he left, he did another ride around the property (this time not falling off his damn horse) and he made sure that anything he wanted to take with him (that notebook, a few peach pits wrapped in paper) was packed in his bag. He made certain that his gun was clean. He did his laundry, and grabbed himself a bath.
Saturday morning he was up with the sun, and out in the stables. Only this time, it wasn't saddling up his horse for a day's ride around the ranch. Cortez was eating his breakfast while he carefully brushed down the horse's hide.
If he was a little distracted, well, leaving a place (the girl you'll fall in love with someday) behind did that to a man.