SORREL'S POV
What the hell is wrong with me! I threw myself on my bunk and burried my head in my pillow.
"I know" I scofed at my own words. "I know, I know, I KNOW!"
Once I calmed down I rolled over and traced my lips lightly making a fist against my chin. His lips were velvety and smooth. I closed my eyes replaying the whole thing in my head. God he is handsom. But surely he dosen't feel the same towards me as I do to him. There was a light tap at the door.
"Sorrel?" Came his voice.
I didn't awnser. I was to deep in thought to acknowledge him.
"Sorrel?" He asked again before it all became quit again.
"I love you too." I whispered out as I heard his foot steps fade.
ERIK'S POV
Sorrel has been avoiding me sence the day we left. We have just arived in port moments ago. She cannot avoid me now. I went down into the stables and saw her saddling Fly. I grabbed my Teskey ranch saddle and threw it up on to Frost. The buckskin gelding snorrted and shook his head.
"It's Ok boy." I said stroking his neck his black mane shimmering in the glow of the lamps.
Sorrel didn't even acknowledge me as she swung up on Fly and dallied Red off the horn and rode out. I stepped up on Frost dallying Diggers' lead rope off my saddle and followed her. When we reached the main deck our two bags were tied to a pack saddle on to Digger and Sorrel led the way. It was about an hours ride from the docks untill we came into view of the main gate.
DESTLER HORSE FARMS
I swallowed past a lump in my throat. The last time I was here I was sold along with horses to a gypsy camp.
SORREL'S POV
It didn't take long to come into view of the farm house. Through Breds and Shires skattered the country side. Foals layzed in the sun and weanlings knicked from small padocks looking for a awnser from the mothers who would be nursing their younger brothers and sisters. We were meet at the barn by a man and woman.
"Mr. and Mrs. Destler I presume?" I said.
"Yes." The man said. "You must be Miss Peir?"
"Yessir." I said stepping off Fly.
Mrs. Destler gave me a suspcious look and stuck her nose in the air. I took off my wide brim black Stetson hat and shook hands with my employer and went to greet his wife but she only sniffed and said she should go make tea for us for to be ready for high tea.
"We shall keep your horses here." Mr. Destler said looking to Erik.
"Thank you sir."
"Who might this be?" He asked.
"This is my right hand man Erik." I said.
"Sir." Mr. Destler extended his hand which Erik silently took and shook.
We put the horses into there stalls and all went to the house. A servent taking my bags from me.
"This is your room." She told me. "and Yours sir is that one across the hall." She opened tht doors and left.
I went into my room before Erik could stop me. I pulled on some nice blue jeans and a nice crisp blue button down shirt. I ran my playing card stamped belt through my belt loops and buckled my throphy buckle put my boots on braided my hair and sat my Stetson on top. I walked down into the parlor followed by Erik who was dressed in simalar atire and sat with my employers.
We talked horses for a while and about my horse farm back in the states mostly me and Mr. Destler as Erik kept to himself and Mrs. Destler starred cold unerving daggers at me. Finaly she snapped.
"Where is your dress?"
"Excuse me?" I said.
"Your at high tea and dressed like a man! You rode up a straddle a horse and you a 16 year old girl, a girl! and your traveling the world with a man who wont even show half his face!"
"Excuse me mama but let me state that you hired me to come break colts for you not to be a show doll. I did not expect to be needing a dress only clothes for work. And seeing how this man is my buissness partner and best friend I think it is quite ok for me to be traveling with him. Now if you shall excuse me mama. Mr. Destler I think I should be having a look at those colts now." He and Erik stood behind me and he knodded.
"Yes mama Miss Sorrel right away."