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wagon. There were leather tools for repairing saddles or harness. I found wood working tools.

Hammers, nails and saws for fixing the cabin, the corrals or the barn. He had rigged a way to

catch the water from off the barn roof and put it into a pond nearby so the mares and foals could

drink. The hard work and love that Uncle Trent put into this place, really showed.

CHAPTER THREE

I woke up early the next morning. I had been gone from home for more than three weeks and

needed to catch up on things. I noticed little things that seemed out of place but I found it hard to

tell. We were blessed with a shower a day or two ago, by the looks of things. I’d been gone for

quite a while. Three weeks! I wasted three weeks? For what?

Then the answer hit me. Rosemarie! I couldn’t get her off my mind. She was exactly what I

wanted in a woman. So bashful! She wouldn’t even look at me except when she spoke to me.

When she spoke to me, the heavens lit up!

“Oh well! I can’t have her so why think about her?”

After checking the mares and foals, I went back to work. I was working on peeling some

pine logs for the new horse breaking pen that I was building when I just looked up. I can’t

explain it but, I to have a way of knowing if anyone or anything is moving. When I looked up I

saw a lone horseman approaching.

At first I couldn’t make him out. As he got closer something sure looked familiar about him.

When he approached is when I recognized him.

“Big Jim!” I’ll be darned! It was my old Marine Corps buddy, “Big Jim” Two Feathers. We

were in the Marines together and I hadn’t seen him in the three years since we both got out of the

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