Thread: City Girl's Country Drug. ( Andariel and KingWizard )

The Morning was cold, colder than usual in fact. The sun had barely risen, with the darker and lighter shades of blue wrestling in the sky as to which color would show strongest, the wind whistling amongst the grass. It was an awful autumn day, though it showed alot more signs of being winter. As if time traveled back to the 1880's, most of the rooms around the ranch, the main house, the other buildings on the compound, were heated by a single large fireplace, usually situated in the center of the room. It was old and most of the time it wasn't convenient, but it gave the house and cosy and warming glow on days like this, when the ranch was operational by 6am. Margery had made a point of taking in any strays or wanderers she could find, she seemed to of developed a small community out in the wilds, with young men and women, coming from all over the state, staying for different periods of time before moving on. She was too kind for her own good some would say, yet strict and stern when she had to be. She had a mothering affect on most, who couldn't help but warm to her, which is why Jack had come to stay with her five years ago and hadn't bothered to leave. This was home now, with Margery becoming a surrogate aunt to him. He came to her a hot-headed eighteen year old from a large family, with no purpose or direction in life. but Margery had given him that when she made him the ranch hand, a job he was thriving in. He stood tall, 6'0, and like the ranchers of old, carried the right genetics for the job, strong broad shoulders and chest, enough to calm and tame any of the larger animals or lift the heavy equipment needed. His hair, which was dark, naturally black, was cut into the traditional short back and sides, a relic from the 60's, his eyes a dark blue. My niece is coming to stay for a time Margery spoke to him, his back turned to her as he saddled the horses for the days work, he simply nodded in acknowledgement, he presumed she was some 12 year old who had started smoking, and now was being forced by her over bearing parents to make amends. She's got into some trouble in New York... I wouldnt normal say but I trust you Jack, she's in trouble with drugs. she muttered. He stopped what he was doing, realising how serious the situation must be, she wasn't a little kid then. He turned to face Margery If anyone can help her it's you he replied, clearly uncomfortable in the situation. He had never seen a look of worry like this on Margery's face, and he'd seen her through a hell of a lot of situations. I'll need you to help me too, the whole family she added, meaning the other small crew of workers on the ranch who had become something of a family, dining together, working together all day of every day, forming close bonds between one another. The day passed until early morning, when finally Margery got up into her truck and went to pick her niece up form the airport. Jack carried on working as hard as he could, he knew he'd need to help out all he could over the coming weeks, so getting the guest bedroom ready was the first thing he got round too. He chose the room over looked the fields, the many acres of land that the Ranch covered. There were many different free rooms in the house, but this one was the most calming, with cream walls and blue flowered curtains that matched the pale blue bed sheets. It was also on the furthest side of the house away from most of the other rooms, he guessed she's want privacy. He got Frank, the old handyman, to help him move everything around until everything was perfect. Frank was easily 60, still strongly built for an old man, with closely cut white hair and a white beard. He'd been Margery's worker and friend for well over 30 years, with 40 years as a ranch hand in total. Always ready to help, he was something of the 'father' of the farm and someone who Margery herself had come to rely on to get her through tough situations, much like the one that was coming now. Before long, he heard the sound Margery's truck pull up down the winding driveway, he walked down the stairs, knowing their would probably be alot of bags. he had worn a blue shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbow and dark blue denim jeans, his typical working clothes. He headed down the stairs, the whole house spotless, not a dust spec to be seen, exactly as he'd been asked to leave it. He opened the door, heading down the drive way as he seen the Niece in question, wearing all black, looking some what lost. He couldn't help but notice her beauty though, an instant attraction hit him. But he washed it from his mind as quick as it came, that was Margery's niece and she needed help, not him looking for anything else, or looking at her in that way. He walked down to the truck, the bags still in the back. Hi, I'm Jack he said, curtly, but quickly, he felt awkward. His voice deep, and tinged with a southern accent. He quickly took the bags, trying not to make much of a fuss. I'll take theese up to the house he mumbled to Margery, more of an out loud thought, as it didn't need to be said.