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Samantha Forster looked around, unsure of what she should do now that Ace had bucked her off. Again. Her dad was going to kill her. The reins had broken and she now held a medium sized piece of the supple leather in her hands.
She reluctantly stood from the desert floor and shuffled towards River Bend Ranch. Her right thigh was throbbing from where a few small rock had smashed into her leg upon landing. Today was obviously not her day.
"Hey Brat," a familiar voice said. Sam spun around, glaring, at her long time best friend and neighbor.
"Jake," she seethed while continuing to walk home. She made a noticeable effort to keep from limping in Jake's presence. He was raised cowboy fashioned and wouldn't be proud of her for showing weakness. Stupid boys, she thought.
"I didn't know you took up walkin'."
"Didn't." The pitch black legs of his horse, Witch, danced closer and closer to her and the mare was eyeing Sam like a piece of meat. Sam tried to put same distance between the two but Jake reined her closer again.
"Stop being stubborn," he sighed after ten minutes.
"I'm not being anything," Sam sniffed. She quickened her pace even though she knew that in a race, not only would Witch beat her, but every other horse in Nevada.
"For god's sake," Jake scolded, bending down so he could roughly grab her by the waist. She was swung up to sit in front of him in the saddle, between his pelvic bone and the saddle horn. It was mildly uncomfortable, but not intensely so. Never in a hundred years did Sam ever think that her and Jake would be sitting in the same saddle, especially when they were both teenagers. They weren't little kids anymore and while neither was fat, their bodies weren't child sized.
"I was perfectly fine with walking on my own legs," Sam huffed. She was after all, sixteen.
"Not limpin' like that you aren't. Wyatt would have my head if I was to just sit there and watch you suffer," Jake said while urging Witch into a smooth trot.
"I wasn't suffering," she mumbled, ashamed. And here she though she was putting on a good show.
"You weren't fooling no one."
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