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"He's dead, Mr Folso your pardon, Ma'aer alive"

Roy studied the young worease and filth, she was quite attractive Her skin was fair and clear with a riot of blond hair fluttering out froe straw hat She was short,men's blue jeans with the pants cuffs rolled up six inches She orking boots and a loose-fitting blue gingham shirt She was pretty, but dressed like a man Roy wondered why

"I' in a new stallion, out in the corral, when a rattlesnake appeared and spooked the horse The horse reared, falling backward and crushed Olof's back"

Roy winced

"Suffering in bed for too many months, he died and left me with this farm, a broken-doindmill, and two sons"

She then looked down at her boys Roy watched her switch from a frown to display a soft, beautiful smile

"This here is Abe His real na him that And this one here is Billy"

Roy sensed a shift in her eloves he stuck out a hand "Abe, it's a pleasure to er son, he did the same "And you must be Billy The pleasure is all mine"

The boys shyly repeated Roy's nareasy hand, "I' her hand, Roy swiftly pulled out his bandana frorease deposited by Sara

Sara extended a rag with an outstretched arm "Oh, I'm so sorry"

"It's no problem, Ma'am"

"Please, Mr Folsoht Sara and you can call me Roy Hardly a soul calls o look at the horses" Sara started walking toward the corral while Roy followed Both the Johansson boys walked as protective escorts on either side of Roy, staring up at the tall gentle over the corral fence, Roy inspected thethe perie aniut, hind quarters, and finally, he pulled her tail aside and checked between the rear legs

"Mahy is he looking at the ht he wanted the filly?"