A Horse Tale Page #5

Anything?

Come on, Sam!

Is there a problem, Michael?

You bet there is.

This whole adventure

has been a big mistake.

Are you okay?

I'm fine, Dad.

What's the big deal?

The big deal is, is that

you got on a horse

without my permission.

You could've fallen off.

Mr. Harrison's been

riding for years and

he just broke his leg.

He could've killed himself.

You know what?

Get your stuff.

We're gonna leave.

What stuff?

I haven't even

unpacked yet!

Then wait for me in the car.

I'm gonna get my briefcase.

I'm sorry, Michael.

I promise you, your daughter

was in good hands.

And in my dad's defense,

he was on King,

doing a trick that no man

his age should ever attempt.

Look, I'm sure you're

all really nice people,

but this whole situation

isn't exactly what I was

told it was going to be.

I think you're right, Sam.

I think us city folk probably

don't belong out here.

Are you sure

about that?

She's pretty good, Michael.

She really took to riding.

She'd do great

with some training.

And didn't my dad

already give you

a down payment?

Yes, he gave me a retainer,

and I am happy to give it back.

-Wait a minute,

he's already been paid?

-Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, you think I would

drive all the way out here

in the middle of

no-man's land for nothing?

Okay, you can stay.

Chloe:
Really?

Wait a minute...

I'm the one who's leaving.

This is my decision.

Fine, but you've

already been paid.

So you can leave and ruin

your daughter's Christmas,

or you could stay

and do the job you've

been hired to do.

Your choice.

Sam:

Hey!

What are you doing, Dad?

Why are you awake?

Now, I gotta ask you

the same thing, little lady.

Ah, you know, spreading

my holiday cheer.

And you?

Well, you know, the usual,

just moving money around.

Make sure that

we don't have another

bounced check this month.

Isn't that what you hired that

city slicker accountant to do?

Yeah.

Why don't you go to bed,

Dad? Get some rest.

I will, I will, honey.

I just...

need a few more minutes

to make sure that I haven't

missed anything.

Hey, Dad...

you remember what Mom said

right before she passed away?

"I want you to spread

my ashes across that farm

so every piece of me

can protect and watch

over all of you."

Remember that?

Yeah, I remember, yeah.

Dad...

I'm not going

to let anything

happen to this farm.

I know, yeah.

-We'll figure it out.

-Yeah.

Okay.

Hey... I love you.

I love you, too.

What time is it?

What are you doing?

Why are you dressed?

I'm expecting someone.

What?

Morning!

-It is?

-It certainly is.

Chloe, are you ready?

-Ready... for what?

-Yeah!

Uh, jeans, warm coat,

everything you said...

Only I don't have gloves.

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