This is Just the Beginning

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The rustling sounds at the back drew her to the fence like a lure.  Sara had finally arrived at the MacGregor Ranch, hoping to find Mrs. Covington, the owner of the property.  She had been longing to make this trip for such a long time and get answers about her real father, Leon.  He had been a horse trainer and lived on the property for years as a ranch hand.  This was the only thing she knew about him.  He was a stranger otherwise.  A person she had never known, a face that she had never seen except in pictures.

  Peering through the open slat in the fence she tried to get a glimpse of him before she walked around to the front and knocked on the ranch house door. So many questions filled her mind, as her stomach stirred like a cauldron of butterflies.  What if he did not want to see her?  What if she had to leave with no answers at all?  Before she could think up another ending of doom, a hand patted her on the shoulder, sending her reeling backward with a scream as loud as a siren.

  Once she had regained her breath and heartbeat, she looked around to see Mrs. Covington, a tall lanky woman with a voice rough like old rusty nails.  “How can I help you, young lady?”  Sara took a long swallow like it was whiskey going down hard, “Well yes, I called you a few weeks ago, uh about your horse trainer?”  she said in a question as if she was no longer sure what she had done.  “Sara Mosley?  Oh yes, I remember you.” Mrs. Covington wrapped her arm around her and led her to the house. “We have much to talk about Miss Sara, more than a phone call could rightly suite.” “My name is Leona by the way, call me Leona.” 

After hours out on the veranda drinking lemonade and laughing until they were crying and back again, the two ventured out to the pasture so that Sara could see where her father had spent all these years. Leona held out her hand and waved it forward like a game show host model, presenting the prizes in store.   “This is it.”  She said to Sara, like it was an inheritance finally at hand.  Sara stood there quiet for a moment taking it all in, when suddenly she looked back at Leona, and it hit her.  Her eyes got wide as moon pies, and then she stepped back from Leona.  Leona reached out toward her.  “It is me honey, it’s okay, it is me.”

This is just the beginning……

©Carrie Van Horn 2019