Way Down South, Almost
Copyright© 2014 by Pappy
Chapter 8
There was a bunch of things Miss Sarah had wanted to ask J D before they left Dallas for the ranch. He seemed so involved with his men and those damned dogs, he just about ignored her like a worn out shoe. She even stumbled a few times only righting herself when he caught her. She had to wonder what a girl had to do to let these Texas boys know she was interested in them. Whatever it was, it was a lot different from those boys back home!
Herr Bauer, she was now calling him that, was not much help to talk to. Almost all his time now was spent with Riga, and the riders who were taking them and the mares to the ranch.
One of the ranch hands had ridden back early with a Sgt. Williams, saying something about some purchase or some such thing. Miss Sarah could not imagine anything more important to purchase than Riga and the mares! They had cost $1,000 and now that money was hers. She was rich, if she only knew though, what rich was. If it not been for Riga she would try to buy something for herself in Dallas or even go back East and start over.
Whom was she kidding? The way J D and Herr Bauer had described things; this was going to be an opportunity of the lifetime. She would be with Riga, and would help if not manage his breeding, and maybe even get a better chance at J D again.
All in all, her miserable life seemed to be getting a lot better since she met Herr Bauer.
Miss Sarah was not an orphan, although many times she had wished to be one. Her real mother was not around while she was growing up. Her father said she had died. He now had several ‘wives’, two of whom had to be even younger than Miss Sarah. The fact that he ‘sold’ her, in effect anyway, to a neighbor, not only meant no one cared about her anymore but that she felt that she was no better than a slave or some animal. They had fought a war against slavery, hadn’t they?
Why? She wanted to know why things had turned out to be so bad for her. Then Herr Bauer and Riga showed up. Going with them was not a hard choice.
On the ride, she reflected on just what a new life out here could mean. So far, everyone had been nice to her. She made the connection that J D and Herr Bauer had a lot to do with that. Sarah had never been to a ranch before. Farms, yes, she had grown up on them. She equated them to a ranch and ended up thinking the only difference was that a farm grew food and a ranch raised horses or cows.
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