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    Ranch 2

    Ch 2

     

    When she moved to the ranch after Marks death she didnt think it was such a hard work, she was helping her father with what she could but when he couldnt do much anymore she had to take over from him and now she was up to her neck with work and she really wanted to spend more time with her daughter before she grows up and leave to go to the university to study and live with her uncle.

    Andy drove America to the school bus point every morning and stayed with her until she was picked up.  This was one of his many duties.  He then drove back to the ranch and did his work and then just after 3 in the afternoon hed go back and pick America up.  Andy loved doing it and he never felt like it was his duty.  He felt very close to America after she came to live on the ranch with her mother and when he knew that shed lost her father.  He didnt want to be a substitute but a good friend she could rely on. 

    America was very fond of Andy because he was funny and he reminded her of her father a lot, and he was smart and a good singer too.  They would sing together all the way to school and back which helped take her mind off her long journey back and forth every day.  Besides Andy promised to teach her how to drive and sometimes hed let her take the wheel on their way back from school.  She was a very bright girl and top class and had an eye for art.  She was artistic like her father.

    One afternoon when she came back from school she got in and threw her school bag on the kitchen floor and started looking for her mom.

    America:  Mom where are you?

    There was no answer

    America:  Mom where are you?

    America was looking for her mother but couldnt find her anywhere.  She saw her Nan coming in and she approached her with her question.

    America:  Nan, have you seen my mom?

    Nan:  Oh hello America how was your day?

    America:  Hello Nan, it was very good and I have something to show my mom, have you seen her Nan?

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    1. Sorry so late….I really don’t get to read or write anymore. I really like the way this story is building and I am drawn in to find out how it’s going to unfold. But then again, I was a fan of your first work. So, I guess I’m a little biased.

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