After 3 days out of the hospital, and staying at Brock's house, Reba felt that it was time to fly back home and get some things together. Reba and Brock had decided to move back into Reba's old house, which Brock had kept.
"Well, I have to get the kids things…yeah I know that…no…but-…you can't do that!" Reba said arguing with Jack over the phone. Jack was refusing to let her come home and get her and the kid's things, "Fine!" She yelled, hanging up the phone. She counted to ten in her head, took a breath in, and then picked it back up, more calmly now, dialed a number and waited for it to ring, "Cheyenne, hi, it's your mama. Alright, Jack is not going to let me back home to get our stuff. No. Yeah, that sounds fine, call him and talk to him. Alright, then call me back. Love ya too, bye," they discussed then she hung up.
Brock walked into the room. He had been listening to everything that had been going on, and he knew that Reba was going to be in a bad mood. "You alright?"
"Fine!" she said sarcastically but frustrated.
"You don't sound fine," he tried again.
"Well I am!" she said, still angry and now raising her voice at him.
"Common. What's wrong?" He wanted her to let it out. He knew how bad things could get when she kept anger inside.
"Jack's not going to let me go back and get everybody's things! Now I'm going to have to have Cheyenne and Van do it. That is if he agrees to let them! Ugh! Why do people have to be so difficult?!" Reba told him, still yelling.
"Well then how about we just fly down there and talk it out?" He suggested.
Reba thought about it for a second, "Do you think that would go over well?" she asked. Really she had no idea how that would work out.
"Why wouldn't it?" He answered her question with one of his own.
"It couldn't hurt. When?"
Brock held up four plane tickets, "In about 2 hours," he told her. Little did Reba know, he had already had this all planned out. Reba smiled and wrapped her arms around him.
The phone rang and Reba answered it, "Hello?" It was Cheyenne, "No, don't worry about it. We're on our way down there. We are leaving in 2 hours. Yeah, see you soon. Bye," she hung up. Brock kissed her and then she said, "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Brock starred at her for a second, just admiring what a strong person she was to be putting up with all that was going on at the moment. He leaned forward and kissed her again, and they both laughed. It wasn't until Reba pressed herself onto him, that they both wished they didn't have to leave so soon.
They were in for a interesting night…
I felt the rush of the Rio Grande into Yellowstone
And I've seen first-hand Niagara Falls
And the lights of Vegas
I've Criss-crossed down to Key Biscayne
And Chi-town via Bangor, Maine
Think I've seen it all
And all I can say is
How 'bout them cowgirls
Boys ain't they somethin'
Sure are some proud girls
And you can't tell them nothin'
And I tell you right now girls
May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world
But how 'bout them cowgirls
She's ridin' colts in Steamboat Springs
Bailing hay outside Abilene
She's trying hard
To fit in in some city
But her home is 'neath that big, blue sky
And the Northern Plains and those other wide open spaces
Now a-days there ain't as many but
Boy, she don't need you and she don't need me
She can do just fine on her own two feet
But she wants a man who wants her to be herself
And she'll never change, don't know how to hide
Her stubborn will or her fightin' side
But you treat her right and she'll love you like no one else
Yeah, how 'bout them cowgirls
Boys ain't they somethin'
Sure are some proud girls
But you can't beat their lovin'
And I'll tell you right now girls
May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world
But how 'bout them cowgirls
How 'bout 'em boys
