Pony Express Hero. Rhonda Gibson

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       Chapter Two

      Jacob mucked out the stall and leaned on his pitchfork. He didn’t like where his thoughts had been all morning but he couldn’t shake his gut feeling. Daisy and maybe even Lilly were in danger.

      His gaze moved to the fifteen-year-old boy who took care of the Johnson horses. Upon his arrival, the young man had shown him where everything was and even his room off to the side of the barn. Jacob called to him now. “Caleb?”

      “Yeah.”

      “How many men work this ranch?” Jacob continued working as if the question were of no importance.

      “Well, let’s see. There’s Sam, he’s the foreman. Then there is Cook, Edward, Asher, Lewis and myself. We’re the regular hands. During the cattle drive, Sam hires others. Usually drifters.” Caleb sat with a saddle in front of him. As he talked he rubbed oil into the leather.

      “So six,” Jacob muttered.

      “Yep, six.” Caleb shook his head. His black bangs fell into his eyes as he picked up a bridle and began to work oil into the thick leather. “How do you like the tack room?”

      Jacob stopped and wiped sweat from his brow. “It’s not as nice as the one we have at home but it’s livable.”

      Caleb laughed. “Yep, that’s what ol’ Ike used to say.” He deepened his voice. “It’s livable.”

      Jacob thought about the tack room. It was a spacious room and the front part nearest the stalls was used for saddles, bridles and all other manner of things needed to work the farm. His portion of the room had a small woodstove, a bed, an end table and a tall chest of drawers with a cracked mirror and washbasin resting on top. Jacob decided that the next trip to town he’d buy a couple of blankets, some rope and maybe a pillow.

      Going through the chest of drawers he noted that the previous stock tender had used the top two drawers for sugar, coffee, salt and several other cooking items. He didn’t look forward to cooking his own meals, especially in a room with little air flow. He felt his stomach protest not having eaten since the night before.

      “Cook said to tell you, if you’d like to have meals over at the bunkhouse, he’ll set a plate for you,” Caleb said as if reading his mind, or possibly because his stomach rumbled.

      Jacob grinned. “That’s right nice of him.”

      Caleb nodded. “Cook is nice enough. Just don’t be getting into his sweet cakes. He doesn’t share those.”

      A soft laugh sounded from the doorway. “No, he doesn’t share those,” Lilly said as she entered.

      Daisy danced into the room behind her. She wore a light blue dress with what looked like cowboy boots meant for a boy. From the looks of the footwear, she’d not had them long. “Look, Caleb. Lilly let me wear my boots today. We’re going riding,” she said, holding her foot up for Caleb to see.

      “That’s wonderful, little Miss Daisy,” Caleb answered. He stood and walked toward the tack room. “I’ll get your saddle for you, Miss Lilly.”

      “Thank you, Caleb,” Lilly called after the boy. She pulled her saddle blanket from the wall and walked to her horse’s stall.

      Daisy looked shyly at Jacob. “I get to ride with Lilly today.”

      Jacob leaned on his pitchfork and smiled at the little girl. Her hair was done in pigtails. “I heard. That’s exciting.”

      “It is. We are going to check the fences. That’s important work. Huh, Lilly?”

      “Yes, it is,” Lilly answered. She rubbed the horse’s nose.

      “Want to come?” Daisy asked Jacob.

      He looked to Lilly and she shrugged.

      “That would be fun. Are you sure you don’t mind if I tag along?” The thought of getting out of the stuffy barn appealed to Jacob.

      Both Lilly and Daisy shook their heads.

      Jacob quickly went to saddle up his own horse.

      Daisy followed. “I wish I had my own horse.”

      “You don’t?” Jacob asked.

      “No. Lilly said that I might get one for my birthday.”

      “When is your birthday?” Jacob asked, pulling the cinch under the horse’s belly.

      The little girl sat down on a bale of hay. “In two months.”

      Jacob nodded. “And how old will you be?”

      “I will be five years old,” Daisy said, pulling straw from the bale.

      She spoke very well for a four-year-old going on five. Jacob thought about his adoptive sister, Joy. She wasn’t a big talker, unlike Daisy, who was even now telling him that Lilly said this year she might have a birthday party and everything.