Casey
Copyright© 2025 by A Bad Attitude
Chapter 1
Casey
I’m going to tell you the story of my early life as it was told to me. My mother graduated high school and was in love with her high school sweetheart. He joined the army and after basic he was attached to a unit that was sent to Iraq. He and mom planned on getting married when he returned. He never knew she was pregnant with me when he was killed. Momma lived with her parents when I was born. While they were choosing a name for me my grandpa suggested Casey after the greatest rodeo cowboy he ever saw ride a bronc, some guy named Casey Tibbs. Momma liked the name ‘Casey’ so I was named Casey.
Momma died when I was 5 years old! I barely remember her. Grandpa and Grandma raised me. Why one of momma’s sisters did not take me in always puzzled me, but I am glad they did not. Both had married and moved into the city, Grandpa lived out in the country on 40 acres. He ran a training/boarding stable and trained horses. He was a cowboy and I wanted to be just like him. I followed him around like a little puppy, trying to learn everything he did and why he did it. When I was 16 years old, I quit school. Grandpa had never gone to high school so why should I? He supported himself and Grandma while raising three daughters in the house he grew up in. I figured I could do the same. Things did not turn out the way I hoped.
When I was 17 years old Grandma was diagnosed with cancer. Grandpa tried everything to save her, nothing worked. She died shortly after my 20th birthday. Grandpa was never the same after he lost Grandma. He died a year later. A month later we found out that he had mortgaged the house and 40 acres to pay for her cancer treatments.
There was no way I could make the payments. People wanted Grandpa to train their horses, not some kid who helped him. Then I found out about the ‘death tax’. Long story, short version; the house and land were sold and the remaining money split between me and my two aunts.
As we were packing up the house, I asked my aunts where I might live. Both said they had no room for me. One suggested I join the army like my ‘no good’ father had done when he found out my mother was pregnant. My father had never planned on marrying my mother! Another shock, I had lived my entire life believing some tragic love story that was entirely fiction.
I rented a room from a neighbor lady and went looking for a job. It seems nobody needs an uneducated 21-year old. But finally, I found work on a construction crew as a laborer.
One payday I was invited by the others on my crew to go to a bar and ‘have a few’. I had never been to a bar before in my life and I had never had a drink. Grandma would not allow the ‘devil’s brew’ in the house.
I went and I enjoyed myself, so much that I went back with them the next Friday night. I noticed her when she walked in.
Lisa was older than me and nice looking in a rough sort of way. I caught her looking at me and offered to buy her a drink. A few drinks later she taught me how to two step! Later that night, in her bedroom, she taught me other things! I was in love!
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