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Date Posted: 03:31:54 03/11/06 Sat
Author: Rodeo
Subject: The Answer: Part III
In reply to: Rodeo 's message, "The Answer: Part I" on 11:06:52 03/06/06 Mon

I grabbed my hat just as it was about to fly off my head. Of course the one day I get to go on a trail ride, there had to be a freaking tornado stirring up. I hung it on the saddle horn, I didn’t want to loose it no matter how bittersweet it was to look at it.

Keith had given it to me, he knew how much I liked hats, yet another one of my weird obsessions. I stared at it. I remembered when he had given it to me. I was backstage at one of his concerts and he had handed me the hat right before it was time for him to go perform. For safe keeping I guess, little did he know he wasn’t going to be getting it back. Or maybe he just let me keep it.

I ran my thumb over the white stitching of the kangaroo logo on the front. It was a nice hat, it always reminded me of him whenever he was away touring. It always kept him close by.

I checked my watch, I needed to head back to the barn. We would be loading up the horses in fifteen minutes. I gave April her head and pushed her into a canter. I had missed this life so much. Horse shows nothing but horse shows. It was how it used to be until I found my passion for music.

The barn was full of life when I got back. People rushing back and forth making sure they had everything for the weekend. Trailers being hitched to trucks, and horses being loaded. I looked and saw my trailer was already hooked up and ready to go. I hopped down off of April and walked to the barn.

Someone behind me shouted my name. I dropped the reins as Catrina came running up. We gave each other a warm hug. It had been so long since I had seen her.

“O God, Its so good to see you,” I said.

“My Gosh, the same with you,” she said.

“Where’s your bibby?” she asked.

I couldn’t help but laugh, she had always called him that, everyone but Keith knew why.

“I’ll tell you on the way,” I said. “I need to get the horses loaded.”

My anger seemed to be dissipating now that I was in an stimulating atmosphere. I shoved the ball cap back onto my head, and headed off to work getting the horses ready.

Ten minutes later the horses were loaded, and I was sitting behind the wheel waiting for Catrina to get in beside me. I turned my guitar pick over in my fingers, I always carried it with me. It had no sentimental value whatsoever. I just liked it. I always had it with me. I didn’t know why. I was just realizing how many strange habits and obsessions I had.

Just as the barn came into sight he saw the caravan of horse trailers and trucks pulling out of the driveway. He swore and hit the steering wheel. Was he ever going to get to her?

“What the heck is he doing with her?” Catrina half yelled.

“I don’t know, you’ll have to ask him,” I told her.

“How the heck am I supposed to do that when we don’t even know where he is?” She asked sarcastically.

“He’s right behind us,” I said.

I looked into my mirror. I could just see his face past the trailer. His eyes were calm and questioning. Why wasn’t he angry at me? It scared me how relaxed he was.

It saddened him how worried she looked at the sight of him. Had he hurt her that badly? He figured he would just follow her to the show. Then what? What would he do? Walk up to her and apologize and explain everything to her? Beg her to forgive him? He laughed, she was wearing his hat. He remembered giving it to her, he remembered how upset she looked every time he left for a tour without her. He had given her the hat so she could have part of him with her. He laughed again, she thought she had taken it from him, but he had let her keep it.

Why was he smiling like that? Did he like to see me panicked? It just made me madder to see him having a good laugh when things were so bad between us at this time. I turned my attention back to the road. Maybe I would never understand him, I laughed. That just struck me as funny. Trying to understand half the things he did would take a life time. I could feel my anger melting away. No matter what he did I would still love him. And he knew that. Is that why he was so calm?

“What are you smiling at?” asked Catrina.

“Him,” I told her.

She raised her eyebrows in confusion.

“He might cheating on you and your laughing at him?” “Woman I have never understood you, and I never will,” she said.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore, I burst out laughing. Maybe Keith and I were perfect for each other after all. Catrina looked at me in amazement and shook her head. I smiled giddily. And I heard her mutter something along the lines of “Love sick pup.”

Our group pulled into the fair grounds and we set to work unloading the horses. We had come early to make sure we got good stalls. I jumped down from the truck and turned to see Keith walking towards me. I let him come to me. God he looked nervous. I put my hands on his cheeks and gave him a kiss.

“Now please get away from me” I said. And walked away.

He stood there shocked. That was the last thing he expected her to do. He had actually expected her hand to touch his face but he had also counted on there being a horrendous red mark left from it. But no he gets a kiss. What was she doing?

“What was that?” He yelled after her his hands raised it the air.

She just kept walking.

That night was a party night, but she wasn’t there with them neither was Catrina. He figured they were inside the RV. The older folks sat in lawn chairs in front of the door drinking, he figured to keep him from going inside. He took as seat but turned down the beer they offered, he would just have to wait them out. She had avoided him all day.

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, everyone else was out drinking and partying but I was just too exhausted to join in. I hadn’t slept in 48 hours and I could hardly keep my eyes open.

It seemed like just a few minutes that I had been asleep before I heard a soft knock on the door. I glanced at the clock. I had been sleeping for a few hours. I got up and peeked out of the curtains. Him.

“What do you need?” I asked.

“We need to talk,” he said. “Please come out here”

“Finally,” I said, “Do you think you’ve waited long enough?”


To Be Continued . . .

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[> [> come on -- Chesneygirl73, 10:45:27 03/11/06 Sat [1]

don't leave us hanging!!! lol


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