Chapter Two
Jake looked into the back seat to where his wife and daughter were sleeping.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
It had four days since they left and had only made it to Missouri so far. And from the looks of it they wouldn't be getting any farther. What money they had managed to get was running out and they needed to put some in reserve for when they decided to settle. And once they did settle well already he was in desperate need for a job. The car had just bit the dust and Jake had no clue how to fix this. And if it couldn't get any worse they were in the middle of a back road with only a single farmhouse and lots of wheat, hay, maybe corn in sight at ten o'clock at night. Not to mention Jenny had been getting more and more fussy as the days went by.
"Peyton, Peyton, the car just broke down." He whispered so not to wake Jenny.
"What" Peyton replied groggily trying to comprehend.
"Don't worry I'm just going to go to that farm house see if I can use their phone and call a tow truck."
"Alright, be careful"
MEANWHILE IN THE FARM HOUSE
"I just don't know what we're going to do, Arlene, we've got to face it we're getting old and with out help we're going have sell the farm and move into town." An man in his late fifties sat in his kitchen bills spread across the table. He was up at an odd hour of the night but they needed to talk about this.
"Well, we'll just have to find help, Phillip, everything is going to be fine."
"There's no one desperate enough to want a job in a farm. Plus, help doesn't just fall on your doorstep."
Knock, Knock
Phillip looked to his wife some what perplexed at timing of visitor.
"Well, Phillip, go answer the door."
He slowly moved to the front and opened the door to face a boy who looked no older than twenty at best.
"Can I help you?" The older asked.
"I was wondering if I could use your phone? Our car just broke down at the end of your driveway and I need to call a tow truck."
"There's no tow truck service for miles around. Let me take a look at it see if there's anything I can do."
Jake led the way to the car with Phillip and Marlene on his tail. Peyton was leaning against the car rocking Jenny.
"This is my wife Peyton and our daughter Jenny. And I'm Jake by the way."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Phillip and this is my wife Arlene. Now let's take a look at this car. Do you have a flash light?" "Actually, yeah." Jake answered opening the trunk and revealing their suitcases and bags to retrieve the flashlight his dad had put in their for one of those "just in case" moments.
"So where are you folks headed?" Phillip asked as he looked under the hood.
Jake looked at Peyton and then replied, "No where in particular. Looking for somewhere to settle down. Wanted to get away from where we were. Looking for a job to support us."
"What kind job you looking for?"
"Nothing in particular. Truth be told I'm a little desperate."
"How desperate?" Phillip asked.
No response.
"You desperate enough to do farm work?"
"Sir?" Jake asked confused.
"I'm looking for some one to help me run my farm. We can't pay much. We can give you room and board and some allowance like money."
"I don't have any experience with farms, farm equipment, and/or farm animals."
"That don't matter. There's nothing I can't show you."
"We don't want to intrude." Peyton finally spoke up.
Arlene replied, "You wouldn't be intruding, and it would be nice to have some young people around and women too." She laughed.
It was settle. There was no time to worry how safe or legitimate it was. It was an agreement of necessity and of desperation
"Where's the nearest doctor?" Jake asked when they got into the house.
"Why some one hurt?"
"No more of just something I'd like to know."
"The doctor is at a small community hospital about an hour away. But there is one who usually pans the back road for the farmers back here and all."
Arlene thought, I wonder why they are asking for a doctor? They planning on getting hurt?
Then she notice that Peyton had gone a nice shade of red. Arlene instinctively looked to the girls stomach area but saw nothing that would answer the question.
A/N: I know it's not the best chapter and might be a little boring but it's setup and for those wondering I'm just going to tell you for story sake Peyton is 2 3/4 months pregnant.
Go on to ch. 3. Hope you enjoy keep up the reviews.
Jake looked into the back seat to where his wife and daughter were sleeping.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
It had four days since they left and had only made it to Missouri so far. And from the looks of it they wouldn't be getting any farther. What money they had managed to get was running out and they needed to put some in reserve for when they decided to settle. And once they did settle well already he was in desperate need for a job. The car had just bit the dust and Jake had no clue how to fix this. And if it couldn't get any worse they were in the middle of a back road with only a single farmhouse and lots of wheat, hay, maybe corn in sight at ten o'clock at night. Not to mention Jenny had been getting more and more fussy as the days went by.
"Peyton, Peyton, the car just broke down." He whispered so not to wake Jenny.
"What" Peyton replied groggily trying to comprehend.
"Don't worry I'm just going to go to that farm house see if I can use their phone and call a tow truck."
"Alright, be careful"
MEANWHILE IN THE FARM HOUSE
"I just don't know what we're going to do, Arlene, we've got to face it we're getting old and with out help we're going have sell the farm and move into town." An man in his late fifties sat in his kitchen bills spread across the table. He was up at an odd hour of the night but they needed to talk about this.
"Well, we'll just have to find help, Phillip, everything is going to be fine."
"There's no one desperate enough to want a job in a farm. Plus, help doesn't just fall on your doorstep."
Knock, Knock
Phillip looked to his wife some what perplexed at timing of visitor.
"Well, Phillip, go answer the door."
He slowly moved to the front and opened the door to face a boy who looked no older than twenty at best.
"Can I help you?" The older asked.
"I was wondering if I could use your phone? Our car just broke down at the end of your driveway and I need to call a tow truck."
"There's no tow truck service for miles around. Let me take a look at it see if there's anything I can do."
Jake led the way to the car with Phillip and Marlene on his tail. Peyton was leaning against the car rocking Jenny.
"This is my wife Peyton and our daughter Jenny. And I'm Jake by the way."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Phillip and this is my wife Arlene. Now let's take a look at this car. Do you have a flash light?" "Actually, yeah." Jake answered opening the trunk and revealing their suitcases and bags to retrieve the flashlight his dad had put in their for one of those "just in case" moments.
"So where are you folks headed?" Phillip asked as he looked under the hood.
Jake looked at Peyton and then replied, "No where in particular. Looking for somewhere to settle down. Wanted to get away from where we were. Looking for a job to support us."
"What kind job you looking for?"
"Nothing in particular. Truth be told I'm a little desperate."
"How desperate?" Phillip asked.
No response.
"You desperate enough to do farm work?"
"Sir?" Jake asked confused.
"I'm looking for some one to help me run my farm. We can't pay much. We can give you room and board and some allowance like money."
"I don't have any experience with farms, farm equipment, and/or farm animals."
"That don't matter. There's nothing I can't show you."
"We don't want to intrude." Peyton finally spoke up.
Arlene replied, "You wouldn't be intruding, and it would be nice to have some young people around and women too." She laughed.
It was settle. There was no time to worry how safe or legitimate it was. It was an agreement of necessity and of desperation
"Where's the nearest doctor?" Jake asked when they got into the house.
"Why some one hurt?"
"No more of just something I'd like to know."
"The doctor is at a small community hospital about an hour away. But there is one who usually pans the back road for the farmers back here and all."
Arlene thought, I wonder why they are asking for a doctor? They planning on getting hurt?
Then she notice that Peyton had gone a nice shade of red. Arlene instinctively looked to the girls stomach area but saw nothing that would answer the question.
A/N: I know it's not the best chapter and might be a little boring but it's setup and for those wondering I'm just going to tell you for story sake Peyton is 2 3/4 months pregnant.
Go on to ch. 3. Hope you enjoy keep up the reviews.