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Luke Johannsen
Age 29
Hired Hand / Cowboy / Rancher
As Luke tended to the horses in Mr. Richardson's stable he thought about his past life so far and thanked his lucky stars Mr. Richardson gave him a chance. He had met the elderly man as he was hitchhiking across the countryside to get away from his past troubles and trying to figure where to go next. When he got into the truck Luke told him he was headed further west to try and catch on to a horse ranch he had read about. Mr. Richardson's ears perked up at the words horse ranch and he proceeded to ask Luke what he knew about horses. Luke smiled and then laughed in an easy way before he told him he was raised on a ranch. The two struck up a conversation, trading banter about horses, grooming, and training. Before he knew it, the kind old man was offering him a job as a hired hand.
"I know this is short notice but you seem like the right kind of man I'm looking for," Mr. Richardson smiled as he adjusted his wide brimmed hat. "I had to let my last hired hand go because he was stealing from me and he was treating the horses badly. I was telling the wife that I was going to try and find someone because I just can't get around the way I used to. I don't know if you have a commitment with that horse ranch you're headed for but if you are free, I could hire you on for a few weeks to see how you work out. I have a small bunk house out by the stables that you can stay in and Mrs. Richardson serves a mean breakfast."
Luke was surprised that the man did not prod further and ask more about his past as they rode down the dusty roads. If Mr. Richardson knew he had just gotten released from prison Luke figured he would be asked to get out of the truck in an instant. But he didn't ask, so Luke kept his mouth shut thinking about how he did his time for something he didn't do and he was hoping to start anew. He figured if he didn't ask then he wouldn't tell.
"Well to tell you the truth Mr. Richardson I didn't exactly have the job yet. I read about it in the paper and decided it was something I wanted to do. I suppose I could take a few days or weeks to see if I like working for you."
"Then it is settled," Mr. Richardson stated. He stuck out his hand and felt Luke's strong grip. "I'm still a man of principle and if a man shakes on it then it's a done deal."
Luke laughed and turned his head, looking at the passing countryside. His thoughts turned to his past and he, for now, hoped that Mr. Richardson was a man of his word. He wondered what he would think if he found out he had just hired an ex-con. Even though he was set up, he was still a marked man to some.
Luke was in and out of trouble for most of his life, having lost his parents at an early age, he was raised by a mean spirited Aunt and Uncle. His uncle treated him like a piece of meat, making him do the chores by himself on the ranch while he sat on the porch whittling on a piece of wood. When he grew old enough to leave, he packed up his belongings in the middle of the night and left his Aunt and Uncle for good. Or that is what he thought. A few months later he was in a store when his uncle came in and and announced to the sheriff that Luke stole money from him and wife. Luke saw red and attacked his uncle hitting him everywhere with his fists, releasing all the pent up anger in his body that he had for him. The sheriff and two deputies had to break up the fight and when he got to court, his uncle claimed he broke his jaw and nose. Luke knew his Uncle was well connected and the judge, being a friend of his uncles', announced a sentence quicker than a rattlesnake could coil and attack. The judge ordered him to one year in prison and Luke never forgot the sneer on his aunt and uncle as he was led away.
He remembered his uncle's parting words that if Luke ever came back to town he would have him arrested again. Luke kicked around the area for awhile after his release from prison, always keeping his distance from his uncle's spread. But to go west he had to travel in the area and he knew now that he was taking a chance coming back to live on the Richardson ranch only a few miles from his uncle's spread in the next county.
Life at the Richardson's was good for Luke. He minded his own business and tended to the horses and other chores to help out the couple. He never asked about family, thinking that that was their business. Mr. Richardson did mention that he had some children who were off doing their thing and it was nice to have someone to talk with in the evening. They spent evenings discussing horses and how he was beginning to feel the black mustang trusting him after the harsh treatment of the last trainer. Luke was grateful that Mr. Richardson did not prey too hard into his past. Now after two weeks he was feeling good again and loved taking care of the horses, especially the black mustang.
The mustang was filled with the spirit and Luke was taking his time breaking him. You couldn't rush these things with the horses. If they got spooked they would become mistrustful and then harder and more uncontrollable.
The day was hot and he had removed his shirt during the training session. The coolness of the stable felt good as he brushed the beautiful animal. He talked in a low soothing voice as he brushed, trying to gain his confidence. He heard the sound of a female voice calling out near the house but paid no mind to it. He wanted to be left alone and didn't relish the thought of someone recognizing him and bringing up his past. As he rub the mustang's mane, he heard the soft voice of a female behind him. Turning he took in the young woman standing in the door way with her shirt tied to expose her midriff and tight short jeans the hugged her bottom.
"Ahem. Who. Who are you?" he heard her call to him.
He saw her staring at his naked chest and then her eyes darted up and down him as if sizing him up. Grabbing his shirt, Luke told her as he slipped into the shirt. "I'm the new hired hand working for your dad. Been here for about two weeks now and trying to tame this here mustang." Luke wiped his hand on the shirt and then held it out to the young woman. "The name is Luke and you are?"
Age 29
Hired Hand / Cowboy / Rancher
As Luke tended to the horses in Mr. Richardson's stable he thought about his past life so far and thanked his lucky stars Mr. Richardson gave him a chance. He had met the elderly man as he was hitchhiking across the countryside to get away from his past troubles and trying to figure where to go next. When he got into the truck Luke told him he was headed further west to try and catch on to a horse ranch he had read about. Mr. Richardson's ears perked up at the words horse ranch and he proceeded to ask Luke what he knew about horses. Luke smiled and then laughed in an easy way before he told him he was raised on a ranch. The two struck up a conversation, trading banter about horses, grooming, and training. Before he knew it, the kind old man was offering him a job as a hired hand.
"I know this is short notice but you seem like the right kind of man I'm looking for," Mr. Richardson smiled as he adjusted his wide brimmed hat. "I had to let my last hired hand go because he was stealing from me and he was treating the horses badly. I was telling the wife that I was going to try and find someone because I just can't get around the way I used to. I don't know if you have a commitment with that horse ranch you're headed for but if you are free, I could hire you on for a few weeks to see how you work out. I have a small bunk house out by the stables that you can stay in and Mrs. Richardson serves a mean breakfast."
Luke was surprised that the man did not prod further and ask more about his past as they rode down the dusty roads. If Mr. Richardson knew he had just gotten released from prison Luke figured he would be asked to get out of the truck in an instant. But he didn't ask, so Luke kept his mouth shut thinking about how he did his time for something he didn't do and he was hoping to start anew. He figured if he didn't ask then he wouldn't tell.
"Well to tell you the truth Mr. Richardson I didn't exactly have the job yet. I read about it in the paper and decided it was something I wanted to do. I suppose I could take a few days or weeks to see if I like working for you."
"Then it is settled," Mr. Richardson stated. He stuck out his hand and felt Luke's strong grip. "I'm still a man of principle and if a man shakes on it then it's a done deal."
Luke laughed and turned his head, looking at the passing countryside. His thoughts turned to his past and he, for now, hoped that Mr. Richardson was a man of his word. He wondered what he would think if he found out he had just hired an ex-con. Even though he was set up, he was still a marked man to some.
Luke was in and out of trouble for most of his life, having lost his parents at an early age, he was raised by a mean spirited Aunt and Uncle. His uncle treated him like a piece of meat, making him do the chores by himself on the ranch while he sat on the porch whittling on a piece of wood. When he grew old enough to leave, he packed up his belongings in the middle of the night and left his Aunt and Uncle for good. Or that is what he thought. A few months later he was in a store when his uncle came in and and announced to the sheriff that Luke stole money from him and wife. Luke saw red and attacked his uncle hitting him everywhere with his fists, releasing all the pent up anger in his body that he had for him. The sheriff and two deputies had to break up the fight and when he got to court, his uncle claimed he broke his jaw and nose. Luke knew his Uncle was well connected and the judge, being a friend of his uncles', announced a sentence quicker than a rattlesnake could coil and attack. The judge ordered him to one year in prison and Luke never forgot the sneer on his aunt and uncle as he was led away.
He remembered his uncle's parting words that if Luke ever came back to town he would have him arrested again. Luke kicked around the area for awhile after his release from prison, always keeping his distance from his uncle's spread. But to go west he had to travel in the area and he knew now that he was taking a chance coming back to live on the Richardson ranch only a few miles from his uncle's spread in the next county.
Life at the Richardson's was good for Luke. He minded his own business and tended to the horses and other chores to help out the couple. He never asked about family, thinking that that was their business. Mr. Richardson did mention that he had some children who were off doing their thing and it was nice to have someone to talk with in the evening. They spent evenings discussing horses and how he was beginning to feel the black mustang trusting him after the harsh treatment of the last trainer. Luke was grateful that Mr. Richardson did not prey too hard into his past. Now after two weeks he was feeling good again and loved taking care of the horses, especially the black mustang.
The mustang was filled with the spirit and Luke was taking his time breaking him. You couldn't rush these things with the horses. If they got spooked they would become mistrustful and then harder and more uncontrollable.
The day was hot and he had removed his shirt during the training session. The coolness of the stable felt good as he brushed the beautiful animal. He talked in a low soothing voice as he brushed, trying to gain his confidence. He heard the sound of a female voice calling out near the house but paid no mind to it. He wanted to be left alone and didn't relish the thought of someone recognizing him and bringing up his past. As he rub the mustang's mane, he heard the soft voice of a female behind him. Turning he took in the young woman standing in the door way with her shirt tied to expose her midriff and tight short jeans the hugged her bottom.
"Ahem. Who. Who are you?" he heard her call to him.
He saw her staring at his naked chest and then her eyes darted up and down him as if sizing him up. Grabbing his shirt, Luke told her as he slipped into the shirt. "I'm the new hired hand working for your dad. Been here for about two weeks now and trying to tame this here mustang." Luke wiped his hand on the shirt and then held it out to the young woman. "The name is Luke and you are?"
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