Chapter 3
PeteThe next morning arrived bright and early as Saturday was the day to catch up on ranch work. I pulled on my jeans, T-shirt, and boots. My battered cowboy hat sat on the back of my couch. I slapped it on my head as I left the house to drive to the ranch where Nanna lived. The red dirt road wound through the sagebrush, mesquite trees, and cacti past a rusty gate with a circle T on it to a large plantation style house. She sat on the veranda waiting for me, sipping sweet tea. She smiled a warm, lovely smile when I put my truck into park and climbed out to kiss her on her wrinkled cheek.
“I’m surprised to see you so early, my dear.” She poured a tall glass of sweet tea for me and handed me two aspirins. “I heard that there was a band in town last night. Oh, how your grandfather
