My attempt at writing a book
Courtney slowly pulled into the log drive that leads to her family farm. Regretting her decision to return to the small town that she swore she would never return to, she opens the rusty truck door and looks around. The farm looks the same from the dilapidated barns to the old fences which used to hold the horses she loved so much. Since graduation, she had been on the road- new cities, new rodeos and shows, new adventures each week. Now, after a fall from her beloved quarter horse, Tyson, that left her unable to ride at the moment she was returning to the only home she had ever had. Not one that held fabulous memories, but the place that she knew as home.
She wondered who was left in town. She wondered if anyone would recognize her. She wondered what life would be like her with her sister since her parents had passed. She had not returned for the funerals as she was out on the circuit and found no time to return. The show must go on, that was the truth,wasn't it? Her dad had always told her that she must make sacrifices if she intended to be a rodeo star. "Be serious", he would say when she would suggest that she miss a ride or a show. "No one wins if they don't show up". She remembered those words well. She was practically haunted by those words to this day.
Hoping for some time to rest and recover from her devastating injuries, she did not want to see old classmates and she was sure that she did not have any friends in town, as she never had time for friends in school. She did remember one boy, Justin Montana. He had ridden hores with her and had been as close to a boyfriend as she had in high school. She was sure that he was living his life wtih his wife and children someplace else. She remembered how much he talked about family and how he knew he wanted children and a family. Justin was the tall, dark haired boy that she had met at a local county fair and they had quickly become friends. They were also competitors though, as he was also showing his gorgeous bay quarter horse, Prince Henry. One of the best looking horses at the fair and Justin knew he had a winner. Prince Henry was overall a great competition and show horse, exceling in all categories of the competition.
This is the beginning, what do you think? Suggestions, ideas, critisism welcome
She wondered who was left in town. She wondered if anyone would recognize her. She wondered what life would be like her with her sister since her parents had passed. She had not returned for the funerals as she was out on the circuit and found no time to return. The show must go on, that was the truth,wasn't it? Her dad had always told her that she must make sacrifices if she intended to be a rodeo star. "Be serious", he would say when she would suggest that she miss a ride or a show. "No one wins if they don't show up". She remembered those words well. She was practically haunted by those words to this day.
Hoping for some time to rest and recover from her devastating injuries, she did not want to see old classmates and she was sure that she did not have any friends in town, as she never had time for friends in school. She did remember one boy, Justin Montana. He had ridden hores with her and had been as close to a boyfriend as she had in high school. She was sure that he was living his life wtih his wife and children someplace else. She remembered how much he talked about family and how he knew he wanted children and a family. Justin was the tall, dark haired boy that she had met at a local county fair and they had quickly become friends. They were also competitors though, as he was also showing his gorgeous bay quarter horse, Prince Henry. One of the best looking horses at the fair and Justin knew he had a winner. Prince Henry was overall a great competition and show horse, exceling in all categories of the competition.
This is the beginning, what do you think? Suggestions, ideas, critisism welcome
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