Taming His Stallion [BWWM]

31_Gravitation

Paege

Today's a good day. Despite the dark Cumulus clouds that loomed overhead, and the eerie hush threatening to break along with a torrential downpour, today's a good day.

My hands moved of their own accord, tapping lightly against the steering wheel as the urge to dance could no longer be ignored.

Nodding along with the optimistic melody that excited the airwaves, I grooved to the beat.

Hail, Hail. What's the matter with your head? Yeaah.

Glancing from left to right, I ensured no oncoming traffic headed my way before guiding my vehicle left, and on to the major road up ahead. All the while mimicking a bass drummer from one of those eighties music bands.

A cool breeze gushed by, whispering against my skin in pleasant sympathy, drastically reducing the fluid humidity that submerged inside my truck.

Apparently, my a. c. felt underappreciated and overexerted due to the sweltering heat of late and broke down in a final rant against me.

I wasn't about to turn down nature's antidote. Not when the unit opted to go haywire like that.

I was on my way to Little Foot's infamous merchant and automotive hardware to pick up a few things, and hopefully remedy the issue as soon as possible. Though I doubt I'd be able to get anything done in this weather.

Danny and A.J. contributed to a list of the things I'd need, having had experience repairing numerous units in their younger years.

A skill like that could certainly come in handy in this heat and easily rope in a lot of clients. If they ever had a change of heart about what they wanted to do, of course. But for the foreseeable future, they'd be cowboys, through and through.

Either man would've gone to get the items in my stead, but they were held up working on another issue: repairing the roof of the barn.

My comfort wasn't nearly as important as securing the awning, factoring in the threat of imminent rain which would only serve to worsen the issue if left unchecked.

A nearby tree lost one of its branches, and the result was a gaping hole at the right-hand corner of the entrance.

Thankfully, no one was in the vicinity at the time of the incident, and the horses were out in the corral, enjoying their freedom.

It's luckily no trees extended over the barn–a position that may have seen extensive damage. All that remained was to patch up the hole and the roof would be good as new.

Every day was a good day since things were set right between me and Danny.

I guess, after being on my own for so long, I became hypersensitive to what few relationships I'd cultivated. Especially since they broke my fast, so to speak.

My gravitation towards his family seemed nothing more than deliberate. Like some external force propelled me to them.

I'd been caught in a tractor beam of their down-to-earth nature, nurturing spirit and engaging presence despite my lingering reservations.

Each member of the family harboured no objections to an in-house trainer–a complete stranger, living in close quarters among them.

Traditionally, though it may not have necessarily been intentional, other ranches or establishments that required my services kept me at arms-length.

They'd mostly make accommodations to put me up in a guest room or house, apart from the main living area. And I didn't mind, having no desire to participate in small talk or break the mold.