I grew up on Tagalong Ranch with my dad. My mother got a divorce with my father when I was 6. I used to think it was my fault but then I realized if I was going to be happy, I shouldn't take the blame. And now here I am, 13 years later, finding out who I am. My love for horses increased over the years. A few have passed on since my first day here, but my favorite still lives to this day. My father used to be a famous man, Buck Davidson. But nobody knew about, Molly, his daughter. He'd call me nicknames like Milky or Nookums, but I knew he was more into his job than me, so when he quit I was overjoyed. He played with me and that's when I learned how to gallop. And that's where this story starts.
One day I was galloping down the trail that I had rode on for years, when I saw another horse. When I slowed and trotted to a stop, I realized the horse had a man attached to him. He waved at me and stopped too. "Hey, do you live here?" he asks me. I nod. "Cool, I'm Dave Micks and live about five miles from here" he grinned. I smile to myself. "Well, I live down the trail a while, my name's Molly Davidson by the way". And that's how we bloomed. A few days passed and we met each day at the same spot, like always. I finally told my dad. "Daddy? I met a friend out on the trail a few days ago, he's quite nice". He grunts and then nods. The next day I met Dave again. "You know, you're really pretty" Dave says. I blush, "Thanks, and by the way, my horse's name is James Bond". He chuckles and pats his horse on the neck. "Mine's is Barny". I giggle a bit too. "I'll ride you home of you want" he says to me. I grin and take his hand and we ride back to the ranch.
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Sunset Ride [A SHORT STORY]Short Story
Molly (Milky) Davidson loves horses. She grew up with them on her father's ranch in California. One day out riding she meets farm boy Dave Micks,dreamy as heck. She teaches him and his horse, Barny, they ways of the trail and how to fall in love. A...