I just have to help my dad.” That’s what Mitchell said to me. He promised to meet me by the creek. Our spot. Rushing down the driveway, I round the stables, trying to get to our place before dark. Spending too much time with the horses, I lost track of time and he may get there before me now. It’s what I do. I love Mustangs, and they just got a few new ones in. My favorite way to spend a cozy evening is just getting lost in thought, petting, brushing, and cleaning the horses. I know this ranch like the back of my hand, but it’s still hard to navigate without a light. In my hurry to see Mitch, I forgot mine, but I know he’ll have his. As I reach the end of the stables, I collide with something hard. Falling to the ground, I groan, pain shooting up my back. As I look up, I see Cameron, Mitch’s brother. It’s not that he’s a bad guy, we just don’t get along. He doesn’t like seeing his brother get close with the helps daughter, like his parents. The Calhoun’s are a very well off family in our small town of Concan, Texas.
