Sorrel layed on the couch in her house. She rubbed her stomic and starred at the celling.
"Jas what am I gonna do?" She asked.
"I will help you raise the child."
"You know I would never ask that of you." She said.
"But I'm willin' to claim the child."
Sorrel smiled at him. He would give his life for her if need be.
"We have to leave in the morning for Fort Worth. We're taking Red, Fly, Digger and Dublin." Jasper knodded at her and went to prepare things.
Sorrel got up once she was sure he had left and went into her room. Looking around there were pictures of her and Red and Her and other horses but her favorite by far was the one on her nightstand. She layed her hand on her stomich and picked up the picture.
"See baby this is your real Father. He woulda loved ya. I wish he coulda known 'bout ya but Lord knows where he is." She smiled and kissed the picture.
"I love you." She whisperd.
Sorrel looked out into the dark she smiled her last night on her horse farm for a few months. She touched her stomic. She knew she was two months along. Two months and she hadn't seen him nor heard from him. She was ready for Fort Worth. Maybe the Stock show could clear her mind. A knock at the door brought her out of her thoughts.
"Yes?"
The door opened and Ellizabeth came in. Sorrel smiled at her friend and they hugged.
"How are you feeling?" Lizzy asked.
"I'm fine." Sorrel looked at the picture again.
"Ready to leave."
"Sor do you really think it's a good idea for you to leave like this?"
"Yes. It's the stock show I have to go."
"No you don't. Sorrel your pregnate you need to take it easy for a while."
"NO. This is the chance I've been looking for. The chance to prove myself and my stock."
"Sorrel..."
"WHAT?"
"Just please be careful." Elizabeth said walking out.
"I'm here if you ever need anything."
Sorrel knodded and looked back out her window. She went to her wordrobe and got one of his shirts out and buttoned it up laying in bed she wraped his jacket around her and fell asleep.
Kissing the moon light on his skin. Why must he wear that mask? Pulling it off. Being layed on my back in the grass. Stripping each other. Feeling that tearing filling pain between my legs. Being lost in my love for him.
Sorrel woke up and looked out her window the curtains fluttering in the slight breez. She stared out the window untill the sun rose over the hills. The dark stillhout of the horses and the trees the trickeling of the creek.