My son came home, reeling with exhaustion from a hard day's work down at the ranch. He removed his hat, his forehead glistening with sweat and his black hair a mess. He walked over to the counter and poured himself a glass of cool water, guzzling every last drop. Hugh was 18, he had just graduated and was such a hard working boy. He was handsome, a chisled face atop a strong frame, his eyes a piercing hazel. Though he had his go around with girlfriends, he was still very shy and reserved, very quiet.
"How were the horses today hun?"
"They were alright, Major got a little roudy with me. Did dad leave already?"
"Yes, he left a little bit ago. He'll be back in a few days."
Jack, Hugh's father, was away picking up a new horse for the ranch. Hugh was very similar to Jack, but Hugh seemed a little more enthused about life and seemed to question every moment. Jack just did what had to be done.
"I'm gonna go take a shower mom." He started to remove his shirt, revealing his sculpted ...