The staircase to the apartment was, of course, on the other side of the barn. It went up the side of the barn, starting around the corner, so the stairs were covered. She also had a little porch in front of her door. Rachael found the door unlocked. She opened it and went inside.

Wow. Rachael took in the first glimpse of her apartment/ house. The kitchen/ eating area was the first thing she saw as she walked in. It was big, roomy, spacious, and spanned the entire width of her apartment. I'm going to have fun cooking in here! She put her bag down on the countertop and explored a little more. In addition to the kitchen, she also had a living room, two full bathrooms, two bedrooms, and a laundry room. All were well furnished with mismatched, but well built, good quality furniture. She even had an ironing board with an iron! Hetty wasn't kidding when she said it was furnished, Rachael thought as she finished her exploration. I even have cooking utensils!

Rachael returned to her bag and looked inside. Clothes. That will go to the bigger bedroom, Rachael thought. In addition to a comfy-looking bed, there was also a small couch, a large bookshelf, and a dresser. This is going to be an awesome summer!

A few hours later, Rachael was all moved in and unpacked. She had unhooked the trailer from her truck and had parked her truck at the foot of the staircase. That had made things a ton easier. Now she was all unpacked and it was… 5:30pm. Time to feed Jet.

Rachael went outside to her porch and tugged on her boots. Now I have to remember where I packed the feed, Rachael thought wryly. As she walked down the steps, she tried to recall where she had put the feed after she had fed Jet that morning. She looked for it in the tack room. It wasn't there. She went to her truck and opened up the front and then the half door for the back. Sure enough, her bucket of feed was there on the floor by the door. She needed to order feed for the summer soon so she could switch Jet over.

Rachael lugged the bucket of feed to the combination tack and feed room, and then went back to the aisle to look at the stalls. All were in good condition, and roughly the Same. All the stalls also had rubber matting underneath a good layer of sawdust. Any would be good for Jet. Rachael chose the stall opposite the tack/feed room. He loved to be near activity. Rachael went back to the tack room and grabbed a much smaller bucket out of the feed bucket. The smaller bucket was the bucket Rachael used to hold Jet's ration for the next meal. She filled the bucket up with the appropriate amount of feed and dumped it into the feeder in the stall. Then she went out to get Jet.

"Je-et!" Rachael called at the gate. She heard hoof beats, and then saw Jet galloping up the hill just beyond the gate. After he crested the hill, he gradually slowed until he stopped at the gate. "Good boy," she murmured as she slipped into the pasture and put on Jet's halter. She opened up the gate and led him to his stall to eat.

As he ate, Rachael unpacked Jet's things. The hardest task that faced her was moving her tack cabinet out of the trailer and into the tack room. There must be a better way, Rachael thought as she thought about how full her cabinet was. She walked out of the tack room, turned towards Jet's pasture, and walked around the corner of the barn. That was the side of the barn that her apartment was on. There was a good deal of space between the side of the barn and the pasture fence if she parked her trailer here and just kept her tack cabinet in her trailer. Then she wouldn't have to worry about moving it.

With that problem solved, the unpacking went easier. Most things were stored in her cabinet. Rachael would only have to move her grooming supplies, medicine tote tray, and bathing items into the tack room. After that was done, she parked her trailer on the side of the barn, near the front for easy access. She then parked her truck, now unhitched again from the trailer, by her porch. She walked up the barn aisle and saw Jet sticking his head out of his stall. He must be done. Rachael smiled. Jet turned and saw her coming. He whinnied at her as if to say, "What took you so long? I've been done for ages!"

"Sorry, Jet," Rachael apologized as she slipped on Jet's halter. "But I was parking my truck. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Jet was covered in dead leaf bits. Apparently there was a forest in Jet's pasture with dead leaves still on the ground. He must have rolled in them. She took Jet over to a grassy patch just outside the barn door and let him graze while she brushed him. Rachael had always enjoyed brushing Jet. It helped her relax and work through issues that life had thrown her way. Unfortunately, all the grooming sessions in the past two months hadn't been enough to work through the issues with Brett. She pushed those unhappy thoughts away and turned instead toward God. Now her head was full of thanksgiving and praise for bringing them safely to Los Angeles. Rachael sighed, now content. Jet snorted, echoing her sentiments as he tore at the grass.

Papa, thank you for bringing us here safely. Thank you that nothing bad happened on the road here I thank you for your protecting hand that has been with us on this journey. I pray, Papa, that you will continue to protect me during my stay here. Not only physically, but my heart as well. My heart still hurts over Brett. Help me to forgive him, and help me not to make that same mistake again. Rachael sighed, sadly this time. She prayed that prayer every day, but her heart still hurt.

Let this time, this summer before me, be a time where I grow closer to you, Papa. But, most of all, help me to honor you will all that I do while I'm here. Help me to live every day conscious of you and your love for me. Amen.

By that point, Jet was shining. Rachael checked his feet, brushed his mane and tail, and then turned him back out. Now I have to figure out what I want for dinner, Rachael thought as she put her brushes and Jet's halter away. As she came back out of the tack room, she heard a car pull up. She went out to see who it was. It was Hetty. And she had some paper bags.

"What a wonderful surprise!" Rachael said as she walked up to Hetty.

"I was thinking you would be hungry by now and brought you some food," Hetty said, lifting the paper bags

"Perfect timing. I was just trying to figure out what to have." Rachael looked again at the paper bags. They were white, but no design was visible. "Is that Chick-fil-a?" Her mouth watered at the idea of a chicken sandwich.

"Well observed," Hetty praised. "Shall we enjoy this in your new quarters?"

"Of course," Rachael agreed.