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with my drinking and the fact that I couldn’t be bothered with entertaining someone that I had nothin’ in common with. If I had extra time, I was going to spend it fishing or hunting. I did miss the hot meals at night, but I could just head to my parents for dinner.
    It was just Sam and me now; Sam being my lab, of course. When I offered to come work on the farm that had been my only stipulation. I couldn’t leave my dog back in Kentucky.
    I didn’t always want to be a farmer, but the truth was that it was in my blood.  For four generations my family had lived off the land and provided for their families.  My father had never been too keen on me getting my college degree, but like my cousin Tyler, I was pretty damn good at football and got a scholarship. Had I not torn my ACL junior year, I may have been drafted. My major was business, but jobs in my small town of Kentucky were hard to come by, and even though my parent’s farm had enough workers to manage itself without me, my father wanted me around to do the books. My father’s ranch was well known and he and my mother never had to worry about money. They had the best cattle in the state.
    I didn’t want to be a part of my father’s money, even though I knew it would eventually all come to me, if the old hard ass didn’t live to be older than I was. Knowing him, he would. I swallowed my pride and built a small cabin on the edge of my parent’s farmland. It probably wasn’t small to some; I mean eventually I wanted a family of my own. It gave me enough space to have my own life, but enabled me to be close enough to my family in case anything happened. There had been many nights where the cattle got out and we had to go round them all back up. Even the high tech chicken houses that we had, managed to break down every now and again.
    Still, my uncle was desperate for help, and thought I would be put to good use if I came here to the Carolina’s for the summer. The fields had already been seeded when I arrived, and for the next week there weren’t any chickens to attend to. The last shipment had gone out last week in fact. After visiting my cousin at the hospital and having a meal with Van, I found myself having nothing to do.
    Since I still had my uncle’s truck, I decided that it would be fine to stop by the one and only town bar on the way home. It was just about eight in the evening and the beaten up bar wasn’t very crowded. Several people sat around the wooden bar in the center. I found an empty spot at the bar and ordered a beer.
    I was just sitting there minding my own business when someone came up beside me and tapped me on the shoulder.
    “I thought that was you,” she said. “How the heck are ya, Colt?”
    I remembered this girl from when I spent summers here as a kid. I was trying to think of her name when she interrupted my train of thought.
    “It’s Sabrina, remember?” she asked.
    Trying to play it off, I answered, “Of course, I don’t forget a pretty girl’s face.”
    She blushed and gave me a second smile. She signaled the bartender to bring us two beers and turned to face me again. “So what brings you back here?”
    “Just helping out my uncle with the farm.”
    The redhead took a sip of her beer. She had always been pretty attractive, but the problem was that she knew it. I hated cocky girls. “Have you been to see Ty?”
    “Yeah, I saw him today. Looks like shit,” I added.
    She looked at me with a curious grin. “Was Van there? Don’t tell me, of course she was. So how did that go? You better have been nice to her. Ty’s parents have been horrible.”
    “Yeah, she was there. We uh, we had dinner and she told me about everything,” I replied.
    She cocked her eyebrow at me. “Were you nice? I know your kind, Colt Mitchell, and being nice to a lady is not how you roll,” she implied.
    I chuckled. “How I roll?” This was the second woman today to accuse me of basically being a dick.
    “Yeah. You know exactly what I