Love or Pity

Fresh Start

"Morning girly, what's happening today?"

"Not too much, dad. I'm just waiting for a phone call. I think"

"Call, what have you got going on sweets?"

" Well, they said I have finished all necessary rehab, and I wanna get out of this place for a bit, get away from all the stares, and pathetic looks of pity... I'm over it Dad..."

"Well you just wait a minute now Everleigh, you have been to hell and back and you still aren't right back here yet... surely you will give it a bit"

"Dad please..."

"Its just for a bit, while freds back from college, I answered a care takers ad in the paper, and He said he would give me a call... Its not that far, just a couple of towns over, Allen Park, owned by the Stirlings, there daughter just had a bub and the sons away so they needed someone to look after things until they get back... it sounded pretty good to me, out of the way, and far from this pathetic little town"

"If you say so... life always catches us up sweets, but if it's what you want, it's what we want. "

Ring, ring... ring ring

"Speak of the devil"

"Hello"

"Yes sir, yes I read your ad in the paper yes. I want to let you know some things, but I feel I will complete all asked of me. Anything you ask, branding, rounding up, fencing, I can do it, I have worked with my dad and brother...

"Yes sir... not a problem. See you in two days, thank you"

Well that went well, like not. I just kept rambling and rambling.

"How did it go Ev?"

"Yea good dad, fine, ill head down there tomorrow he wants to see me in person."

Cheyenne; Wyoming.

Allen Park is supposed to be down here, somewhere, according to this map that was made in 1945, just great.Thats all I need to be late for the interview that will help me move on with my life.

PPSssssss....

Your kidding me, f*****g hell! Flat tyre out in the middle of bumfuckido, pouring rain. Dad had always says our irish comes out before we realise and five seconds in i found myself swearing at the jack not winding up under the car.

We are foreigners you see. Well thats how dad puts it. We came from Ireland when I was five and fred was seven. Dad struck it rich and swore we would get put of the Irish way of life, and move over here, starting a fresh. But as he said life always catches up with us and before we knew all Irish luck that had followed went down the gurgle.

After getting the car up I couldn't take standing anymore I sat down in the dirt, to start with the wheel nuts. I finally got to last one off the notice that the spare under the car was flat too. f*****g ben and his lazy ass!! Oh m lord!!!

Find a Map, the map in the car, find it and find the place lets go. Figuring put ehat direction to walk was the toughest part but West it was going to have to be. I had to have walked 2 miles before I really started to notice the pain in the base of my leg. Not right now!! I sat on the side of the road once more, all wet and cold. Someone will come along, definitely.

2 hours past and I was happy that my leg had finally numbed. Beginning my walk again led me to find a pair of headlights coming my way. Thank the lord...

"Everleigh Graham?"

"Um Yes, thats me?" I said to the old man dressed to the hilt in the front seat infornt of me.

"Thought so, I have been watching you on the camera here, I thought it best I come out since you have been out here for the last few hours sitting on your ass. Could have walked to the house by now if you weren't so lazy ay"

The audacity on the man.

" I was coming to tell you the reason why sir but I guess its not necessary now, Ill be fine here, Ill head back to town when the rain lets up. Thank you"

"Get in my Wife will kill me if I dont bring you back, she was the one who noticed you on the footage first."

I couldn't help but think murder or not murder.

"Who are you exactly?"

"John Stirling"

Shit.