"What was that!?" Dean yelled at his daughter once she finally returned to the stables with the rest of her family.
Sandy looked at her father trying to keep her temper in check. "Pa, ya told me ta try ta treat my friends better, or pick better ones. Well, I just gave him one of our corn loafs ta try to apologize for me wondering out at night our first night here. I'm just trying ta make things right so he won't worry about me causing trouble again."
"I've seen that boy watching ya fer sometimes, and he isn't looking at ya trying ta catch ya slipping up. That hedgehog's got other things on his mind." Dean's face now twisted in disapprove as his words caught the attention of the two other member of their family.
"Pa, yer seeing something that ain't there. He hates me, and I hate him. We are always yelling at one another." Sandy protested.
"Really, darling?" Dean let out a loud laugh in disbelief. "That's news ta me as I've never seen the two of ya ever raise yer voice ta one another."
Sandys started thinking about it and realized her father was right. She looked down and frowned now knowing that the two's words said to one another in anger was always when they were alone.
"I want ya ta stay away from him. They only reason I want ya near him is if he's dragging yer rebellious ass ta a cell!" Dean looked down at her with fury. Sandy tried to glare back at him but quickly lost her nerve and looked down in defeat. "Don't make me make ya hate me!" Her father warned.
Sandy continued looking down and just lowly stated her understand of her father's demands. Dean heard her and declared he was holding her to it before looked about at the rest of the family just watching the confrontation. He then demanded they all got back to work before storming off to complete a chore by himself... likely so he wouldn't blow up on the rest of them.
The rest of the family went back to doing their work far less cheerful as they avoided all conversation with one another. It had been many years since Dean had become so upset over something, not counting Randy's wife-to-be running off, the family didn't want to risk keeping him in his fiery mood.
A few hours after lunch Randy finally got the nerve to approach his sister. "Hey." He smiled at her as she kept the frown on her face as she continued with her work of moving hay bales from outside into the barn. He continued to do the same by tried to stay only a few steps behind her as he wanted to push this conversation. "How are ya doing?" He asked only getting his sister to continue ignoring him. "So ya really like that fella, a lot then?" He finally asked now causing her to drop the hay bale in her hands and looking back at him with daggers in her eyes.
"I was just trying ta do what Pa asked me ta, and now I'm some kinda harlot!?" Sandy tried to keep her angry breathing in check as she clenched her fists and kicked the hay bale she had just dropped. "I thought ya'd at least not thing so poorly of me, but I guess no one's on my side anymore." She spat before turning her face back in front of her and picking up the bale she had just dropped.
Randy grabbed one of her arms tight and forcefully pulled her back to face him. "Of course, I believe anything ya tell me, but I wonder why ya sneaked out ta see him again a few days ago... And now yer giving him gifts? I swear Sandy I didn't say a word ta anyone, but I'm not blind and I can see that this fella caught yer interest in some way, and sure I don't know how, but if ya really hated him so much ya would have been done with him long ago."
Sandy looked at Randy somewhat in fear as that she hadn't even thought about how things had played out just as he had seen them... Now she found herself being even more confused. "It doesn't matter." She finally forced herself to say. "I don't care if I ever talk ta him again or not." She turned and picked up the hay bale and started to walk in inside the stable so she could place it with the others.
Randy continued to followed behind her. "We both know yer lying. I just hope he makes ya as happy as yer hoping he will." Sandy sat her bale down and then watched her brother do the same right next to hers. Only now Randy walked off obviously upset leaving her by herself and realizing she was becoming more alone, as she was upsetting her family without meaning to.
"I just wanted ta make things right." She almost sobbed but kept her tears held back before taking a seat on some of the hay for a moment. At this moment she finally understood she had been correct even years before... no matter what she did she'd always be in the wrong. There was no being right when you were nothing more than a female only good for childbearing.