"Kirsty, hurry up!" My brother Tate called to me.
We are heading out to the auction in town, our parents are already there. Tate was already in his beaten up old red, 1965 ford F-100 truck. It had a couple rust spots and alot of miles, but still runs great. I ran out of the house pulling on my cowboy boots.
"Would you just wait a minute? It's not like the auction is gonna be over before we even get there!" I told him, while hopping in the front passengers seat of the truck.
Tate turned to look at me while driving down our long quarter of a mile driveway. "Because you always make me wait, one of these days I'm going to leave without you and see how you like it!" He had a smirk in those blue eyes of his, that let me know he was teasing me.
"Yeah well, you wouldn't do that. You love you're little sister too much!" I replied with a cute little grin.
He turned the radio up and some new country song was playing, both windows were down and the wind was whipping through, I could smell the freshly cut hay on the fields. I loved this time of year. It was 10 minutes before we hit the small Texas town we lived in. It's one of those towns where everyone knows everyone else. There's tons of gossip, people worrying about someone else's business, but it's also full of loving, kind, caring people that don't know any better. It's our home and I love it.
We pulled up to the large warehouse one the edge of town and Tate parked the truck. We made our way into the building and was hit with a bunch of noise. I looked around to see if I could spot my parents from where I was standing, but with my small 5'4" frame, I couldn't see past all the tall cowboys in the way. I turned to Tate to ask if he had seen them yet, with his 6'3" frame he should be able to find them in the crowd better than I could. But when I looked to my side, he was gone. I should have known he would have disappeared on me. It's what he does all the time!
I started walking and looking at all the livestock waiting to be bid on. There was some good cattle in there, but we weren't looking to buy any. No, we just enjoy coming to the auctions. Also my dad wanted to see if anyone was interested in working on the ranch this summer. We have more cattle than we've ever dealt with before and will need a few extra hands on deck.
I saw the top of my mothers hat and fought through the crowd to get to her before she moved and I wouldn't be able to find her again. My mom has a small frame as well, I guess that is where I inherited it from and Tate obviously was blessed with my fathers big build. Dad being 5th generation cowboy, making Tate the 6th. My parents have been hassling him to hurry and find a wife to get cracking on the 7th generation. Luckily, my parents haven't worked on me to get a husband just yet. I'm happy right where I am right now.
"Hey mama! Where's daddy?" I asked. She looked around like she was expecting him to be right next to her.
"Well he was right here, he just disappeared on me." She replied.
"Yeah, I know how you feel. Tate did the same to me, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree I guess." I used my mom's favorite saying. She gave me a smile and nodded in agreement.
We went to sit down on in the stands set around the holding pen. They were bringing in the next bull, it was a big one. It looked pretty feisty as well. I felt sorry for who ever has to deal with that animal.
I looked down at the men standing around the corral, there were a few with their legs propped up on the bars while gazing in at the angry bull. Before anyone saw what was happening, the bull took of to the side and rammed it's sharp horns through the bars to attack the men on the other side. It didn't look like it hurt anyone, thank goodness. That was until someone yelled around for help and I moved my gaze to the ground.
A man sat, hold his leg with another man bent down to check out the damage. My mother being the only doctor in this small town ran down to help. I followed and stayed back out of the way. She pulled up the torn pants leg and revealed a blood covered shin. There was a huge gaping cut from he bulls horn right above his knee. I tore off my bandana scarf from around my neck and handed it to my mom. She tied it around his leg to help stop the blood flow. Two men helped pick up the hurt man and carried him to one of the back rooms.
"Kirsty, run and grab my medical bag out of your fathers truck! And hurry!" She yelled after me as I quickly ran through the maze of people trying to see what the commotion was all about.
I was able to get the medical bag and ran back in to the back room where they had moved the guy. I didn't bother knocking on the door, but just let myself in. My mother was by me in a second grabbing the bag out of my hands.
"Thank you sweetie, can you come over here and help me with this?"
I looked around the room and we were the only ones in there besides the patient. I wonder what happened to the two big guys that brought him in here.
"Hold his leg down the best you can, try to keep it from moving...this may sting and he's going to jerk his leg away, so be careful." She said.
I took hold of his leg. I couldn't help but notice of lean and muscular even this mans leg was. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the wound to look over the rest of his body. I would just have to check that out late to see if he was as built as he seemed.
My mother started cleaning the cut and he pulled his leg back fast and with a ton of force. It was hard to keep him on the long table that we were using. I think he passed out from the pain, because his leg was suddenly easier to hold still. She finished cleaning it and started stitching him up. Then she put some medicine on it and wrapped bandages around it.
We walked out of the room leaving him in there to rest for a few minutes while we tried to find someone that knows him.
We asked around and no one knew a thing about the guy, no name, no nothing. We found my father, I over heard him and my mother talking....With no hospital in town and no friends or family to take care of him. We were going to take him back to our house until he is back to normal. So my mom can keep an eye on his wound to make sure it doesn't get infected even with all the cleaning she did on it.
I road home with Tate so that there would be enough room in the back seat of my fathers truck to put the still passed out guy. We made it home, Tate and my father carried the man into the house and to the guest bedroom where we have had patients stay before. My mother went in with them and made sure he was comfortable and everything was okay. We just had to wait for him to wake up now.
We half way through dinner when we heard a noise coming from the guest room. My mother and I got up to go check on him and he was trying to get up out of bed. He looked up to the door where we were coming in to help him back on the bed.
"Where am I? What happened?" He asked. His voice was deep and scratchy.
"You were hurt by a bull at the auction in town today, do you remember being at the auction?" My mother was checking his pulse.
"Yes, I remember being there and then...oh wait...a charging bull...blood, lots of pain." He mumbled the last few parts to himself.
"We couldn't find anyone who knew you, so we brought you back to our house until you were better. Do you know anyone in town?" Mom asked.
"No, I don't know anyone here. I just got to town yesterday and was hoping to pick up a job with one of the local ranchers around here." He answered. He had a slightly curious expression on his face and it made me curious.
"Well, you will stay here until you are healed. So that I may keep an eye on you wound. It wasn't very big, but it was deep. I had to clean it and stitch you up. We can remove the stitches in one and a half weeks time probably and from then it will be a bit sore for a while." She explained.
He looked over at me and then back to my mother who was standing by his bedside. "I couldn't possibly impose on you and your family. If you wouldn't mind giving me a ride, I'll...." He wasn't able to finish, my mother cut him off.
"Nonsense, you are not imposing and you will stay right here while you heal. My name is Rose Morgan and this is my daughter Kirsty, my husband Cooper and my son Tate are in the kitchen. But you can meet them later, you should get some more rest and I'll grab you some dinner."
"Thank you Mrs. Morgan, I'm very thankful you have opened your home to me. My name is Landon Parker." He said.
"Please, call me Rose." She smiled and walked out of the room. I hadn't realized I was starring, until he looked up to me and smiled. I turned and left the room without saying a word.
This is a picture of Tate! Hope you all enjoyed this first chapter! Hope you liked it to Kirst! haha
Oh and Megs THANK YOU for finding the pictures! I'm going to use the first and third of the ones you gave me! :D