As Hayden pulled his metallic gray Chevy truck back out onto the road exiting Dale Reed's farm, I couldn't help smiling as I contemplated how different I felt during the drive there than I felt now. Not much had been said between Hayden and me as we drove out to the Reed farm to deliver the hay. He had asked me about myself and I told him a little about my life in Georgia, my modeling career, and some of my interests. When I in turn asked him about himself, his reply had come in two or three sentences, all of them referring to his work on the ranch, and that was it. He had said nothing about himself personally. But I figured what little conversation I managed to get out of him was better than if we were just discussing the weather, though it might have produced a sentence or two more. When we'd reached our destination, I remained in the truck while he and the older man, who I assumed to be Dale, unloaded the back. There was no introduction. Neither was there much conversation between the two men, but I did notice Dale occasionally glancing at me.
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