grieving๏ผ grieving, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
I mourn what could have been,
what will not be, what I can't
save; what I have ๐๐๐๐, and
cannot get โโโโโ ๐๐๐๐ค.
anyone else anymore. it's like a .. black hole for money.โ
whilst her father used to run their ranch like a well-oiled machine, the cassidy name might as well have been ran into the dirt once he gave up on .. everything.
she understood his skepticism โ she would be wary too, in his shoes.
โi've got eight, looking to sell four or five.โ she began, watching his expression for a reaction. โI can't run the stables on my own with that many horses, and we don't have the money to employ +
the words coming from her mouth had cade a tad surprised. usually people didnโt go around trying to sell horses.
she seemed trustworthy enough to, but the man knew better than to believe her on the spot.
with a hesitant look, he leaned his arms on the truck.
โhow many?โ
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
โ problem kid turned
cop. small town guy.
comes from a farming
family. over a year
sober. born in 1995. โ
written by #ััะผั
โjeezโ you okay?โ she's halting her horse a few steps away from the girl, quick to hop off to see if she needs any help.
โthat looked rough.โ
with her day already dragging out too long, dani's cuts right to the chase. it was always business with her, as her dad would bitterly point out on many an occasion.
โi'm lookin' to sell some horses.โ she started, immediately following up with a clarification โperfectly +
โdoinโ just fine, thanks. how โbout you?โ
nodding at her words, he places the backpack down into the truckโs back.
โenough. what can i help with?โ
good and fine ones, I assure. just, ah ... can't keep up with 'em on my own.โ
she admitted the latter part a little quieter, a brief shrug of her shoulders along with it, already prepared for him to brush off the offer some way or another like the other two she'd +