IAm at home on the range.
Seddie. SamXFreddie.
IOwn nothing!
Author Note –
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So, I no I haven't updated for a little bit but I'm having rather bad writers block at the moment. Basically I don't like this chapter too much because I don't think it's as good as the others. Writers block is AWFUL!
Thanks guys, I'm trying my hardest to fit writing in with my horse melody who I see 4 times a day and stuff. I have alitle more time considering my other horses have just been sold. But anyway I have time mostly because I'm home schooled so that's helpful to. Anyway, I do get on the computer everyday but I'm using the computer NOT my laptop as it is away in repair which I should have back soon enough!!! (:
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Previously on IAm at home on the range.
"I'm serious," Then he wrapped his fingers into her hair, leant down and kissed her sweet lips softly. Her arms snaked up and around his neck as one of his hands left go of her head and moved down to her waist. He had waited so long for this moment to come again and it finally did. He was kissing Sam Puckett – again! Suddenly Sam removed her hands from Freddie's neck and stepped back in shock. 'Was she really doing this?'
"What's wrong?" He asked and she just shook her head.
"I uhmm have to go," She climbed out of the water, still soaking wet and grabbed Angel who was still grazing beside Minstrel. Sam flipped Angel's reins and mounted back up, taking off galloping almost immediately only looking back once at Freddie, watching his expression change harshly. Sam sighed as she galloped of over the hill.
Freddie looked on as the love of his life left him standing alone and cold in the middle of a lake. She was such a hard case to crack. But that was Sam Puckett. Freddie looked up and by now, Sam was completely out of sight. He wadded out of the crystal clear lake and climbed out getting hold of Minstrel who was still as clueless as ever. Freddie sighed, mounting up. It was a good thing he knew his way back to the farm.
Chapter Ten – Upsetting Chats and The Sunset Strip.
Freddie's eyes scanned the empty grass filled courtyard. Searching for any signs of the blonde. Nothing, she'd vanished into thin air. Why'd he have to kiss her! Maybe she wouldn't have run off! His eyes moved quickly back and forth through the skies, his brown pools were tired from searching for her. Finally they settled on a dilapidated old tennis net. Then he saw someone. Carly was just ahead of him exiting the barn. He looked at her before smiling.
"Carly!" Carly turned from looking at the floor to see Freddie running towards her.
"Hey Freddie," She smiled.
"Hey," He answered. "Have you seen Sam?"
"No, not since I saw you guys leaving earlier," She said." Why?"
"You saw us leaving?" He blushed. "She ran off and I had to come back on my own."
Carly gave a confused look to this. "Why'd she run off?"
Freddie tightly closed his eyes; begin his mouth to stop talking. He really shouldn't have said that. Taking a deep breath, Freddie sighed.
"I kissed her," His eyes opened wearily and he spotted Carly right beside him, a huge grin plastered on her face. He crumpled his nose up in confusion and suddenly, Carly began shrieking, jumping around in circles as Freddie just stood there rolling his eyes.
"Carls?" Carly ignored him, still screaming bouncing about. "Carly!" Still nothing, He placed his hands on her shoulders pulling her back down to his level.
"Oh my god! I can't believe you kissed her a- Mhftt" Freddie placed his hand over Carly's mouth to shut her up.
"Okay Carls, take a deep breath and control your self, cease shouting and completely calm down." Carly rolled her eyes at this. She ripped his hand from her face, the grin still there.
"I cannot believe you kissed her! What happened?"
"Well after I kissed her, she pulled away and then ran off on Angel," Freddie sighed remembering what had happened earlier.
"She ran?!" Carly shook her head not believing her. Freddie nodded and shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know what happened she just took off,"
Carly huffed then smiled at Freddie, touching his arm lightly.
"I'll go find her, she's still got to' be on one of the trails since she didn't come back to the farm,"
"You check the top trails near the cove and I'll go down to Redcoat Gully." Freddie smiled and headed over towards the barn door. He looked up and spotted America already all saddled up.
"How's she-?"
"I was about to practice my sitting trot but I guess Sam needs me more than I need my trotting right now," Carly giggled and Freddie shook his head laughing.
"Thanks Carly," He smiled at her friendly.
"No problem Freddie lets go," Carly grabbed her black velvet helmet that was attached to America's saddle strap and strapped on her body protector. She saw Freddie rushing into the tack room grabbing Minstrel's tack out. Freddie quickly began brushing him over removing any dry dust of sweat. Then he tacked him up, pushing the metal snaffle bit into his mouth.
"I'll meet you back here in an hour okay?" Freddie nodded as he watched Carly trot off onto the main trail.
With Carly.
Carly squeezed America's sides continuously getting the appaloosa to move faster and faster.
"come on girl, we gotta' find Sam," Carly continued on going through Brookston Valley. The countryside covering the outskirts of Havenfields Farm was easy to work out riding wise. It was easy to make your way through the trails. There were three down by Redcoats Gully. The eastern trail, Gurdon Ridge. The western ridge, Western Pass and the northern trail, Kinden's dilly. Then there were the open plains, the large grass stretch near the Outer edge. The final parts of the country stretch were down by Lake' Hilton. The eastern trail, Desiree Cove near the small beach cove that the Montana council had given permission to open, a small cove like beach filled with water was perfect for the horses in the area including Havenfields Farm. The western trail, Brookston Valley and the northern trail Ashton Trace was the furthest away near the lighthouse by the top of the cove. The cove was one of Sam's favorite places when she was younger. Her Uncle Jonathon would take her fishing in the cove on his little blue boat in the summer. She loved him so much; he was her dad if not by blood through heart. Then he died. The mourning of Jonathon lasted years as Sam was extremely close to him as was Amanda, his wife. Carly sighed, she remembered Sam as a tough, rough individual but truthfully she was a soft, gentle lovely girl with a kind heart who wanted to be loved. Suddenly, She spotted two shadows lay down by the top of the mountain ridge overlooking the crystal blue waters in the cove. It was Sam and Angel! Wait, lying down? Carly kicked America on, walking her slowly and silently over towards the end of the flat land. She quickly dismounted, tiptoeing over to a near-by oak tree tying America to it by her reins. She then walked toward Sam who was picking at the dew covered grass beneath her. Close up, Carly noticed that Angel was lay down beside the Sam barrier fence to prevent falling and Sam was snuggled up beside her, her back rest on her belly facing out towards the cove. Carly could also see, she'd been crying.
"Hey," Sam turned and looked up spotting Carly stood there, the sun that was almost set, shining quite brightly in her eyes making her squint. "What are you doing out here?"
Sam sighed still looking out towards the horizon. "Thinking,"
"About?"
"Just stuff," Carly huffed. She wished Sam wasn't so closed up with her feelings.
"What sort of stuff Sam?" Carly sat down on the slightly damp grass and gave Angel a gentle stroke still studying Sam's emotions. She saw a single tear leave Sam's miserable face.
"Today is the sixth year anniversary of Uncle John's death." Sam sighed. Carly's eyes immediately softened for Sam as she put her arm around her in a comforting manor. She though about Freddie, he'd probably still be out looking for her. Carly pulled out her phone as she noticed Sam turn her head away from her and towards Angel's muzzle which was leaned on Sam's lap. Carly began texting Freddie rather quickly; she didn't need Sam finding out she was pre-occupied when she was suposta' be comforting her.
Found her, up by the Eastern track along the barrier. She was lying down with Angel, crying.
Come up here but don't say anything about this text, act surprised. She's been crying Freddie. Sixth year anniversary of her Uncle's death. Get up here quick!
Carls.
Quickly turning the phone on silent before slipping it back into her pocket. Suddenly she felt it vibrating. Noticing Sam was still wrapped up in stroking Angel's nose, she pulled it back out, reading Freddie's reply.
On way!! F
Carly shoved it back into her pocket and turned Sam to face her.
"It'll be okay Sam, I bet he's so proud of you right now! He wouldn't want you to be moping around, he'd want you to be having fun." Sam nodded, but only slightly. The sound of hooves, pelting the slick and slippy grass made Sam look up suddenly. When she spotted Freddie, she slumped back down against Angel gently and began lightly blushing.
"Hey guys- Sam, you okay?" He saw her nod her head slightly, but he was clearly not convinced. "Uhmm, right."
"Come on, you wanna' go home?" Sam nodded as Freddie helped her up. She pulled herself up and wiped the tears away furiously only leaving a slightly bit of redness.
"Come on Angel, up!" As Sam said this, the grey began stirring and stood up, shaking herself off. Sam stuck her saddle back on her back, tightening the girth up. She usually took of her saddle if she was sat down for a while. Pulling her hat back on, Sam bounced up onto the saddle rather swiftly. Carly wandered over to America, untying her and joining Sam on horseback. Freddie joined them walking just a few seconds later. The group took a leasurely walk back as there horses had had quite a workout, Sam decided to take them on a shorter route. A shortcut through the gorge. They would get home just in time for supper. At least there was one good thing going on, Sam wasn't completely blocking Freddie out.