Fadedwords

You Can’t Get There from Here (part 1)

          Living in a backwater town was never easy, especially when you were dirt poor.  Ruth Ellen Burke knew all about being dirt poor.  It was all she had known since her father had left when she was almost eleven; right after her younger brother Daniel was born.  Ruth had taken care of her brother every day since then so her mother could go to work.

“Daniel!” Ruth called.  The five year old came through the screen door, letting it bang behind him.  “How many times does Mama have to tell you not to slam that door?” she demanded.  Daniel sighed.

“Mama doesn’t tell me anything, she yells,” he muttered.  Ruth smiled.
“Well maybe if you wouldn’t slam the door she wouldn’t yell.  Come on and eat your breakfast.”
“Do I have ta’?  I’m not hungry,” he replied.
“Yes, you do.  Mama spent a lot of money on the bacon,” she explained.
“Alright, but I’m not hungry.” Ruth nodded and put a plate in front of him.  She watched as he ate, then took his plate to the sink.
“Are you going back out to play?” she asked.  Daniel nodded.
“Yup.”

“Don’t go too far!” she called as he raced out the door.  It slammed shut behind him, and she smiled.

Joy Burke arrived home from the store late that night.  Her daughter was washing dishes.
“Hey Mama, how was work?” Ruth asked.

“Pretty good honey.  Was Daniel good for you?” Ruth nodded and put the last dish in the cupboard.

“He was alright.  Mama, can I talk to you about something?” she asked.  Joy nodded.
“Sure.  What’s the problem?”

“Well, I saw an advertisement in the paper today.  It’s for a horse barn, and they need some help,” Ruth explained.

“No,” Mrs. Burke said immediately.

“Why not?  I can put part of my pay check toward our expenses, and I can use the rest of it for things I want.  Maybe I could even learn to ride.”

“Ruth, I don’t want you hanging around a barn all day.  Besides, who would look after Daniel?”

“He could stay with Mrs. Howard.  She’s always offered.”

“Ruth I…”

“Please Mama?  If you don’t like it after a month or so, I’ll quit.  I promise.  It’ll teach me more responsibility.”

“You can go check it out tomorrow morning.  I have the day off,” Mrs. Burke muttered.

“Thanks Mama!” Ruth exclaimed, throwing her arms around her mother.

“Go on to bed.  You’ll have to leave early.”

“Goodnight Mama,” Ruth said, turning and walking down the hall to her bedroom.  Once there she took the advertisement out of her pocket and looked at the name, ROLLING MEADOWS FARM.  With a content sigh she got into bed and closed her eyes.

Ruth walked the three and a half miles to the farm, then stood outside the iron gates hesitantly.

“Hey, can I help you?” a voice asked.  Ruth’s gaze flew up.  She was met with the sight of a gorgeous young man with dark hair and gorgeous hazel eyes holding a lead shank that led to a tall thoroughbred.

“Um… I came for the job.  I read about it in the paper,” she explained.

“Oh!  Well come on in and I’ll introduce you to my father,” he said.  Ruth let herself in.  “I’m Rob Bell and this is Sylvester,” he said, handing her the lead.  Ruth smiled and gave the horse a pat.

“Hey there Sylvester.  Where are we going with him?” she asked.

“That field right over there,” he said, pointing.  She walked over, unlatched the gate, and let the horse loose.  He grinned and said, “Let’s go.” She smiled and followed him to the huge red barn.

Mr. Bell glanced up from his papers when Rob and Ruth walked in.

“Well who’s this son?” he asked with a smile.  Rob shook his head.

“This is…” he trailed off with a smile and looked at her.

“Ruth Burke,” she replied.

“She came to apply for the job,” Rob explained.  Mr. Bell nodded and motioned for her to sit down.

“Well Ruth, do you have any experience with horses?” She nodded slowly.

“My father use to bring me to work with him when he worked at a farm.  I was little then though,” she explained.

“How much would you expect to get paid?”

“Oh, not too much.  All I really want is riding lessons,” she said.  Mr. Bell raised an eyebrow.

“Really?  I’d have to pay you at least minimum wage of course, but if you want lessons too…” he trailed off with a smile.

“I can work every day,” she said.  “I’m a hard worker too.”

“I suppose Rob can give you some lessons every day,” he said.  Rob nodded.

“Yeah.  I like giving lessons.” Ruth smiled.

“That’d be great,” she said.  Rob smiled and looked at his father.

“When can you start Ruth?” Mr. Bell asked.  She shrugged and glanced at Rob.

“Today’s as good as any day,” she commented.  Mr. Bell and Rob smiled.

“That’s what I like to hear.  Rob, why don’t you show her around?” Rob nodded and looked down at Ruth.

“Come on Ruth, I’ll show you the ropes,” he offered.  Ruth followed him out of the office.

Ruth walked into her house late that night.  Her mother was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book.

“Where’ve you been?  It’s almost eleven,” she said, glancing up briefly.

“It took me awhile to walk home.  Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“How’d it go?”

“I got the job.”

“Wonderful.  You’ll be hanging around horses all day just like your no good father.”

“Mama, this is a totally different situation.”

“He was a rich, no good fool Ruth.  You should know that by now.”

“I know that he left when Dan was born, that’s all I know about him being no good.  He always treated us well.”

“Until he took off.”

“He must’ve had his reasons.  Listen Mama, I’m not going to argue now.  I’m tired and I have to get up early tomorrow morning.”

“What time are you supposed to be there?”

“Six.  I have to help feed and turn the horses out.”

“This isn’t going to be too much for you is it?  I don’t want you worn out.”

“I won’t be.”

“What about when school starts in the fall?” Ruth shrugged.

“I won’t go in the mornings, and I’ll do homework at the farm.  It’s going to work Mama.  Daddy always said that I’d be a good rider and…”

“Daddy was wrong Ruth.  Get that image out of your head right now,” Mrs. Burke warned.

“Daddy never lied to me, and I doubt he’d lie to me about this.  I’m going to bed.  Night Mama,” she muttered, turning and walking down the hall to her room.

Rob looked up when Ruth walked into the feed room.

“You’re right on time,” he said, glancing at his watch.

“Yup.  I left my house extra early so I wouldn’t be late.  What do you want me to do?” He handed her a piece of paper.

“First things first, you need to learn the feed schedule.  Don’t tell Dad I gave you this, he doesn’t like cheat sheets.”

“I’m supposed to memorize all of this?” she demanded, raising her eyebrows.  He nodded and smiled at her.

“It’s not as bad as it seems,” he assured her.  She nodded.

“If you say so.”

“For now you can just help me.  Take that can and come with me,” he directed.  She picked it up and followed him down the aisle.  He stopped in front of a stall.  “Dump the can into the shallow bucket,” he said.  She let herself into the stall and smiled at the grey horse.

“Hey big guy,” she said.  The horse nickered, watching as she dumped the grain into his bucket.  “Go ahead,” she urged.  He went to the bucket and began to eat greedily.

“That’s Jazz,” Rob said as she came out of the stall.

“He’s gorgeous.  How old is he?” she asked.

“Almost four.  We’re training him to b a jumper, but he’s been great at everything we’ve ever tried.  He’s naturally balanced.”

“What’s that mean?” she asked.

“It means he’s got a way of carrying himself… kind of like a model does.”

“Oh.  You mean like the horses in dressage books.  They can do all that stuff because they’re naturally balanced.”

“Exactly.”

“He must be fun to ride,” she said, glancing at Jazz over her shoulder.

“He’s a challenge,” Rob muttered.

“Do you think I’ll be able to ride him someday?” she questioned.  He shrugged.

“Probably.  You’ll start on something a little easier though.”

“I knew that.”

“We should finish feeding.  Dad’s going to come down to check soon.”

“OK.” She followed him back to the feed room, trying not to think about how cute he was.

Ruth watched as Rob led a medium sized, bay mare into an exercise ring.

“This is Reba,” he said.  She nodded and stepped closer.

“Hey Reba, how’s it going?” she asked, patting her neck gently.

“She’ll take good care of you Ruth, don’t be nervous,” he assured her.  She looked at him and smiled.

“I’m not nervous, just excited.” Rob handed her a helmet and his work gloves.

“Here ya’ go, I’ll let you borrow these while you ride,” he offered.  She nodded and put them on.

“Thanks.  What now?” Rob smiled and pulled the stirrups down.

“Put your left foot in the stirrup and swing up.” She did as he said and tried to get up.  She got only part way before getting stuck.  Rob put his hand on her butt and gave her a push.

“Thanks,” she muttered, trying to hide her burning cheeks behind her hair.

“Put the helmet on,” he said, glancing away.  She did as he said and looked down at him.

“Alright.”

“Squeeze gently with your legs and ask her to walk on.  Ruth squeezed.

“Walk on Reba,” she said.  The mare did as she was told.  Ruth sat stiffly for a moment, and then let her shoulders drop.

“Try to let your weight sink to your heels Ruth,” he called.  She did as best she could and felt her heels sink.  “Good.  Keep your hands low…that’s it.” They walked around the ring clockwise several times.  “OK, I want you to squeeze with your right leg and tighten your right rein when you’re right by the center of the ring,” Rob explained.  Ruth did as she was told and found herself being taken through the center of the ring.  “Now squeeze with your left leg and tighten your left rein,” he said.  She did and realized she had changed directions.

“What was that?” she asked.

“A figure eight.  Someday you’ll be doing that at a trot,” he said.  She laughed.

“Sure I will,” she muttered.  Rob watched her go around at a walk, calling instructions when she needed them.

“OK, we’re going to try a sitting trot,” he said, coming up and holding one of her reins.  Ruth nodded.

“What do I do?”

“Just try and sit there.  Pretend you can sink through the saddle.” She nodded.  Rob started walking, then glanced over his shoulder.  “Ready?” She nodded again.  “Squeeze with your legs and ask her to trot.”

“Trot Reba,” she said, squeezing with her legs.  Reba began trotting on command and Rob jogged along beside them.  Ruth sat as best she could.

“Keep your hands by her withers Ruth,” he said as he glanced over his shoulder.  She lowered her hands and tried to sit to the jostley gait.  “Pull back on your reins and say ‘whoa’.”

“Whoa Reba,” she said.  The mare came to a gentle stop.  Rob smiled up at her.

“Not bad.  It’ll get a lot easier, I promise.  Want to try again?” She nodded, watching as Rob went to the center of the ring.

“Sure.  Where’re you going?” He turned and grinned at her.

“I’m going to watch you.  If you think I’m going to jog with you every time you trot, you’re nuts.” She smiled.

“OK.  Trot Reba,” she said with a squeeze of her legs.  Reba broke into a trot and Ruth sat.  Rob smiled and nodded.

“Good Ruth,” he said.  Ruth smiled and kept going.

That night after dinner, Ruth went to her room and brushed her hair.

“Ruth, can I come in?” a voice asked.  Ruth sighed.

“Sure Mama,” she replied.  The door opened and Mrs. Burke came in.

“How was work?” she asked.

“Alright.  I’m kind of tired, but not too tired,” Ruth said.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were riding?” Mrs. Burke demanded.

“I didn’t think it mattered.  Mr. Bell said that it was ok, and Rob’s teaching me.”

“Who’s Rob?”

“Mr. Bell’s son.  He’s real nice.”

“I don’t want you hanging around with him Ruth.”

“Mama, I’ll hang around with whoever I want.  Rob is a great person.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt Ruth.  You could fall off a horse, or this boy could treat you just how your father treated me.”

“You use to love Daddy.  Before he left you liked him just fine.”

“You’ll like this Rob until he leaves too.”

“Mama, Rob is just my friend.”

“Well I wasn’t married to your father at first either.  Look where it got me.”

“The situations are totally different.  I’m going to sleep Mama.  I had a long day,” she muttered.

“Ruth…”

“Goodnight Mama,” Ruth muttered.  Mrs. Burke left, closing the door behind her.  Ruth sighed and whispered, “Just because I like him… that doesn’t mean anything.”

Rob glanced up when Ruth walked by.  She was wearing a blue tank top, a pair of jeans, and hiking boots.

“Hey Ruth!” he called.  She stopped and smiled at him.

“Hey.  Where’s your Dad?  I need to tell him his lesson’s here,” she said.

“He’s up at the house, doesn’t feel well.  Help the kid get ready and I’ll meet you in the arena.” Ruth nodded.

“Ok.” She had been working for them for almost two weeks, and was use to the routine.  She had the feed schedule memorized, and had fed by herself twice.  She turned and walked back to the girl who was waiting.  “Rob said he’d teach your lesson,” she explained.  The girl was about eighteen, and absolutely gorgeous.

“Great.  He’s such a sweetie,” the girl said, following Ruth to Jazz’s stall.

“You usually ride him don’t you?”

“Of course I do.  He’s wonderful, but a big challenge.”

“How long have you been riding?” Ruth asked.

“A couple of years.  My name’s Kelly, what’s yours?” Ruth began to brush Jazz.

“I’m Ruth.  Nice to meet you.” Jazz nudged her shoulder, almost knocking her over.  Ruth laughed.  “Don’t be such a bully Jazz,” she muttered.  Kelly watched them closely for a minute.

“He likes you,” she observed.

“He tolerates me.  I’m around him a lot, and I like him.”

“Do you take lessons?”

“Yeah, I just started a couple weeks ago.  I’m riding Reba.” Kelly smiled.

“I started out on her.  She’s great to start with.  I still ride her just for fun sometimes.”

“Do you know where his tack is?” Kelly nodded and disappeared.  “No wonder Rob wanted to teach this lesson,” she whispered to Jazz.  She pulled her red hair from her face and continued to groom him.

“Here ya’ go,” Kelly’s voice said.  Ruth took the saddle from her and put it on Jazz.  After tightening the girth, Ruth put the bridle on and led him to the arena.  Rob was waiting and smiled when he saw Kelly.

“Hey Kelly,” he said.  She smiled and let her stirrups down.

“Hello yourself Rob.  Where’ve you been hiding lately?” He shrugged.

“I’ve been around,” he said smoothly.  She nodded and looked at Ruth.

“Could you put some weight in my stirrup?” Ruth nodded and put her right hand in the stirrup, holding the reins with her left.

“Stand Jazz,” she whispered.  Kelly swung into the saddle and took the reins.

“Thanks,” Kelly muttered.  Rob glanced at Ruth and smiled quickly.

“Could you clean those five saddles and bridles that are on the sawhorses in the tack room?” he asked.  She nodded, spun around and walked from the arena.

Ruth was still cleaning when Mr. Bell walked in almost an hour and a half later.

“Lookin’ good Ruth,” he said.  Ruth gave a startled jump.

“Hello Mr. Bell,” she said.  He smiled at her and patted her shoulder.

“Where’s Rob?” Ruth’s smile faded a little.

“He was teaching a lesson, but I’m not sure if he’s done or not.”

“Oh, Kelly must’ve shown up after all.” She nodded and went back to cleaning the bridle in her hands.

“Yeah.  I got to saddle Jazz for her, and put weight in her stirrup,” she muttered, scrubbing the saddle a little harder.  Mr. Bell watched her for a moment.

“How would you like a lesson?” he asked.  She looked up at him and smiled.

“I’ll go get Reba ready,” she said, putting the saddle down and jogging from the room.

Rob walked outside and looked around.  He saw his father standing in the center of an exercise ring, holding a longe line that led to Reba’s head.  Ruth was in the saddle, posting on the correct diagonal.  He walked to the fence and watched silently.  Her heels were up, toes down.  Mr. Bell was smiling and saying something.  Ruth laughed and her heels sank down.  Rob nodded, smiling at her when she rode by.  She made no sign to acknowledge his presence.  Suddenly she pulled up and said, “Whoa.” Mr. Bell switched the longe line to the other side and Ruth began to go the other way.

“Come on in here son!” Mr. Bell called.  Rob climbed through the fence and walked into the center of the ring.

“She’s doing real well isn’t she?” Rob asked.  Mr. Bell nodded.

“She sure is.  She’s ahead of schedule.  How was Kelly’s lesson?”

“Great.  Thanks for getting sick,” Rob said, lowering his voice so Ruth couldn’t hear him.

“As long as you followed my lesson schedule with her I have no problem letting you teach the lesson.”

“I did.” Ruth pulled up and patted Reba’s neck.

“Good girl,” she said.  Reba tossed her head eagerly and Rob smiled.

“I think Reba’s ready to go a little faster,” he said.

“Unfortunately Ruth isn’t quite yet.  Cool her down Ruth!” Mr. Bell called.  Ruth nodded, watching as Rob came and unclipped the longe line.

“You looked great Ruth,” he said with a smile.  She merely nodded as she rode off.  Rob frowned and returned to the center of the ring.

“What’s the matter?” his father asked.

“I think Ruth’s upset about something,” he muttered, watching as Ruth and Reba went around the ring.

“Maybe she’s just bored with Reba.” Rob shook his head.

“I don’t think so Dad.  Anyway, it’s only been two weeks… I don’t think I should move her up yet.”

“It’s up to you, not me.  Maybe she’s just having a bad day.  She seemed kind of upset when I found her cleaning saddles.”

“Hmm… maybe she’s just mad that I asked her to clean tack.  I was supposed to do it.” Mr. Bell frowned.

“You should apologize for that Robert.  She could’ve been doing her usual chores instead of yours.”

“I didn’t think it’d get her this upset.”

“Girls are strange son.  Somehow I don’t think she’s upset over the tack.”

“Then what’s she so mad about?” Mr. Bell smiled knowingly.

“How old are you now son?”

“Almost seventeen.”

“Ruth will be sixteen this coming November.” Rob shrugged.

“What’s that have to do with anything?”

“Maybe nothing.  I’m just saying that girls develop crushes son.  You’re a nice looking guy.”

“You’re saying Ruth has a crush on me?” Rob demanded incredulously.

“No.  I’m saying that it’s possible she’s jealous about Kelly.”

“Kelly and I flirt, but it’s not a serious deal.”

“I know that and you know that.  Ruth’s only been here a couple weeks.”

“So I should tell her that I don’t like Kelly?”

“No.  I’ m just sharing my take on the situation.  Ruth, she should be cool by now!” he called.  Ruth came to the center, backed Reba a few steps and dismounted.

“Good girl,” she said.  “I’ll go take care of her and finish those saddles,” she said.  Rob cleared his throat.

“I’ll do those.  I was supposed to do it in the first place.” She shrugged.

“Then what’ll I do?” she asked, not looking at him.

“You have some stalls left to clean,” he replied.

“Oh yeah.  Come on girl, let’s get you back to the barn,” she said, leading Reba back toward her stall.  Rob sighed and shook his head.

“I’ll be up cleaning tack,” he muttered.  Mr. Bell smiled and followed his son to the barn.

Ruth had finished filling water buckets and was standing in front of Jazz’s stall.

“Hey big guy, how’re you doing?” she asked softly, stroking his cheek.
“He likes you a lot,” a voice said.  She whirled, dropping her gaze when she saw Rob.

“Yeah, I guess.  I need to finish up the last of my stalls.  I’m running late.” Rob glanced at his watch.

“It’s only seven.”

“It’s going to take me awhile to finish the stalls.  I won’t be home until nine or ten.”

“Why so late?”

“It’s a long three and a half miles,” she said.  Rob frowned.

“You walk every day?” he demanded.  She nodded and gave Jazz a final pat.

“Yup.” She picked up a mucking fork and went into Jazz’s stall.

“Why?  You shouldn’t be walking all by yourself late at night or early in the morning.  Someone could pick you up,” he said.  Ruth swallowed hard and thought, I’d love for someone to pick me up right now.

“I’m not a little kid,” she muttered.

“I didn’t say you were.  I’m just saying that some sick pervert could kidnap you.”

“Why would they bother with me?  People who get kidnapped are rich.  I’m far from rich.”

“Oh.  Why do you walk?  Can’t your mother bring you?” Ruth sighed.

“No.  We don’t have a car,” she muttered.  Rob nodded slowly, starting to understand.

“Is that why you took the job?  To get money?”

“No.  I took it because I like horses and I wanted to learn to ride.  The money wasn’t a big thing for me.  My father said I was going to be good and I’m going to be.”

“Where’s your father?”

“I’d rather not talk about this.  I have to finish my chores.”

“Ruth, why are you so upset with me?” he demanded.  She shook her head.

“I’m not upset, I’m in a hurry.” She tossed the last of the soiled bedding into the wheelbarrow and pushed it into the aisle.  Rob touched her shoulder.

“I’m sorry for whatever I did,” he muttered, turning and walking away.  Ruth drew in a shaky breath.

“Great job Ruth,” she muttered.

Mr. Bell awoke the next morning to the sound of arguing in the driveway.  He looked out the window and saw Rob and Ruth standing almost nose to nose.  It was pouring out and both kids were soaked.  He got dressed quickly and jogged outside.
“I’m perfectly fine, you don’t need to worry anyone,” Ruth was saying.  Rob shook his head.

“First of all, you shouldn’t have been riding when no one was around.  Second, you shouldn’t have been riding him!” he yelled

“I was doing just fine until you scared him!” she shot back.  She was holding her right arm close to her body.

“Oh come on!  You’re not good enough to handle him yet and you know it.  That’s why you fell.”

“I didn’t fall.  He slammed me into the wall… there’s a big difference.”

“Bull.  You shouldn’t have been riding him, and that’s the end of it.”

“You know that I was fine until you came in.  You saw how good he was being… you just don’t want to admit it.”

“Hold on!” Mr. Bell exclaimed.  Ruth and Rob turned and faced him.  “Why in God’s name are you two standing outside in the pouring rain, having a fight at five in the morning?” he demanded.

“Because she was riding Jazz,” Rob said.  Mr. Bell turned to Ruth, looking at her with serious eyes.

“I was fine until Rob scared him.  I was doing just fine,” she muttered, trying desperately not to cry.

“Is your arm alright?” Mr. Bell asked.  She nodded slowly.

“I think so.  I’m going to go do my chores,” she said.  Mr. Bell shook his head.

“You’re going to come up to the house and get some dry clothes on,” he ordered.  She sighed.

“I’ll dry out by myself.”

“Come on Ruth, up to the house.” She sighed again, but followed him and Rob to the house.

sRuth was tossing hay down from the loft when Rob walked in later that afternoon.

“That’s my job,” he called up to her.  She shrugged indifferently and continued.

“It needed to be done, so I’m doing it.  Is Kelly here for her lesson?” she asked.

“No, she canceled.  She doesn’t like riding Jazz when there’s thunder.”
“That figures.” Rob smiled and shook his head slowly.

“Is your arm OK?” She sighed, glancing down at him angrily.  The next bale of hay almost hit him.

“I told you this morning that I was fine,” she said.

“Why were you crazy enough to try him?” he asked.  She looked up, surprised to find him standing about a foot or two away from her.

“I wanted to ride him, so I did.  He was good until you scared him.  I had him trotting in figure eights and everything.”

“I’m sure you did,” he said.  Ruth sighed and put her hands on her hips.

“Don’t be sarcastic.  I’m telling the truth.  I didn’t fall off either.”

“I know.” She shook her head and started to walk past him.  He grabbed her arm gently and turned her to face him.

“What?”

“What the hell is your problem?” he demanded.  She shook her head.

“I don’t know what you mean.  I’m perfectly fine.” He shook his head.

“I don’t believe you.  Why are you so jealous of Kelly?” Her eyes narrowed.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been mad at me ever since yesterday when I taught her lesson.  Are you jealous because you think I like her?”

“You give yourself far too much credit.  I could care less who you like,” she lied.

“I don’t like her.  She’s a friend.”

“I don’t really care who you’re friends with or who you like Rob.  I’d appreciate it if you’d let me go,” she said.  He released her and watched as she climbed down the ladder.

Ruth glanced over her shoulder and squinted through the darkness.  She had been walking about twenty minutes, and was practically exhausted from work.  She let her mind flash back to her conversation with Rob.  She sighed and muttered, “You couldn’t have been more obvious Ruth.” Lights behind her made Ruth turn quickly.  A truck was approaching, and it slowed.  Ruth backed up quickly, her guard up.  Rob leaned out the window.

“Hop in, I’ll give you al lift,” he offered.  She shook her head and continued walking.  “Ruth would you quit being so stubborn and get in the truck?” he demanded.  She kept walking.  Rob sighed and got out of the truck.  He jogged to catch up, and then caught her around the waist.

“Let me go!” Ruth exclaimed.  Rob shook his head, pulling her back to the truck and boosting her in.  He climbed in beside her and closed his door.

“Where do you live?” he demanded.  She didn’t answer so he grabbed her shoulders and gave her a shake.  “Where do you live?” he asked again.

“Up by the old swimming hole and back in the woods,” she muttered.  Rob put the truck into gear.

“Thanks for the cooperation,” he said.

“I didn’t have much choice,” she retorted.  Rob nodded in agreement.

“Nope, you didn’t.  I didn’t want to wake up tomorrow morning and find out you’d been picked up by some jerk.”

“I just was,” she returned angrily.  Rob smiled, casting a quick glance in her direction.  She was looking out her window, chin resting on her right palm.  Her hair was cascading over her shoulders, shielding her face from view.

“Tell me why you’re so mad at me,” he said, more of a suggestion than a command.

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” she said quickly.  Rob sighed and shook his head.

“I think I deserve to know.”

“I’m not mad, just tired.  I want to get some sleep,” she explained.

“If you’d said something about how far you had to walk before now, you would’ve been home an hour earlier.  You must not get home until ten thirty or eleven.”

“Ten thirty,” she murmured, stifling a yawn.  Rob glanced at her again.  Her breathing had grown steady, and her head was resting on the window.  He smiled again and continued to drive.

Ruth awoke the next morning at almost nine o’clock.  She sat up quickly, cursing under her breath.  She pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, then walked out of her room quickly.  Her mother was gone already.

“Damnit,” she muttered, pulling on her raincoat.  It was pouring out again that day, and thunder was rumbling.  She swallowed her fear and pulled on her boots.  She had always had a fear of thunder and storms.  Her father had always reassured her, but ever since he’d left she hadn’t had anyone to make it go away.  “Come on Ruth, just go.  Nothing can hurt you,” she murmured to herself.  She walked out the front door, hugging herself to stop shivering.  She walked quickly, jumping every time thunder rumbled or lightning lit up the sky.  She was only part way down the path leading to the main road when she started to cry.  The tears fell silently and she shuddered.  Up ahead a truck was approaching.  Rob stopped and smiled at her.

“You look like you’re getting wet.  Hop in, we were getting worried,” he said.  She climbed in the passenger door, wiping her face quickly.  Rob frowned and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.  I’m sorry you had to come all this way… I overslept.  I guess I was more tired than I thought.”

“It’s no problem.  I can come every day if you want,” he offered.  She shook her head.

“My mother would never approve of that,” she said.  He glanced at her.  She had taken the hood off and her hair was soaking wet.

“Why not?  I’m not that bad am I?” She shook her head and smiled.

“My mother just doesn’t accept charity and neither do I.  I can walk just as easily as you can come get me.  It’s better that I walk.”

“Why?  It doesn’t make sense, and it isn’t safe.  My father would have kittens if he knew you were walking.”
“He isn’t going to find out, so it’s not a problem.”

“I’ll take that as a hint,” he murmured.  After several minutes of silence Rob said, “I really can come get you Ruth… it’s not a problem.”

“It’s a problem for me,” she said.  Rob frowned.

“I don’t get you at all Ruth.  Anyway, I don’t care if it’s a problem for you.  I’ll be here tomorrow at 5:30 to get you.”

“Rob…” He shook his head sharply.

“Just shut up and quit arguing about it Ruth,” he ordered.  She nodded, turning and looking out her window.

Mr. Bell walked into the arena late that afternoon, surprised to find Ruth on Jazz once again.  The colt was dancing beneath her, but she was smiling.

“Ruth!” he said sharply.  Jazz spun around, but Ruth stayed on board.

“Hello Mr. Bell,” she said, casting her look down.

“Didn’t Rob tell you how dangerous it was for you to be riding Jazz?” She nodded.

“Yes Sir, but I think he’s wrong.  I’ll be the first to admit that I probably don’t have the seat or the control to ride him… but he likes it when I ride him.  He doesn’t like Kelly, he likes me.  You have to be able to see that.”

“I’m not denying that you have a bond with him, Ruth, but…” She shook her head.

“I won’t ride him without someone with me.  I’ll just ride him occasionally.  And if anything happens to me, I’ll stop until I’m better.  Please Mr. Bell?” she begged.

“Alright, but you must have someone with you.  Your chores have to be done too.” She nodded and smiled.

“Thank you Mr. Bell,” she said, dismounting and running the stirrups up.  He watched as she walked the big horse back to his stall.  Rob appeared and frowned.

“Hey Dad, what’s Ruth doing with Jazz?” Mr. Bell sighed and shook his head.

“Falling in love with him if you ask me.  She’s got quite a way with him Rob, quite a way.”

“We should tell her,” Rob said.

“Not yet.  She doesn’t need to know yet.” Rob hesitated a moment, and then went back to mucking his stalls.

Two weeks later Ruth shook her head and stood.  She was standing in Mr. Bell’s office.

“I can’t,” she replied.

“Shows aren’t so bad Ruth.  You’ve been riding very well now for over two months.  Why don’t you want to go show off?” Rob asked.  She didn’t answer.  “Ruth, come on.  You and Reba’d do so well.”

“I can’t,” she repeated.  Mr. Bell shook his head slowly.

“We don’t understand Ruth.  You’ve got a real confidence.  You’d be wonderful in some beginner classes.” She had turned away and was looking out the window.

“You don’t get it… I can’t enter any shows,” she said.  Rob frowned.

“Don’t you want to?” he asked.

“More than anything else in the whole world,” she muttered, turning and jogging from the room.  Rob looked at his father.

“What was that all about?” he demanded.

“I’m not sure… but she seemed pretty upset Son.” Rob nodded and stood.

“Well, I’m going to go see what’s going on with her.  Maybe I can persuade her to change her mind.”

Ruth was in Jazz’s stall, grooming the big, silvery gelding.

“They just don’t get it, do they Jazz?” she muttered.  Jazz tossed his head, as if in agreement.

“Ruth?” a voice asked.  She brushed the tears from her face quickly, then turned.  Rob was leaning on the stall door watching her.

“What?” she asked.

“Why are you crying?” She shook her head and bit her bottom lip.

“I wasn’t crying… I don’t cry.  I was just talking to my big buddy,” she explained, turning away from him.

“Why can’t you go to the show?” he asked.  She heard the stall door open, then felt his hand on her shoulder.

“I just can’t.  Could you please drop it?  I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“I do.  I’m your riding instructor.  When I suggest a show, most of my students jump at the chance.” Ruth whirled on him, not caring if he saw the tears streaming down her cheeks or not.

“Most of your students aren’t dirt poor either!” she exclaimed.  Jazz gave a little jump, but Ruth didn’t care.  “Don’t compare me to your other students, because I’m not at all like them!” she yelled.  Rob took a deep breath as realization hit him smack across the face.

“Ruth I…”

“Just drop it,” she muttered, brushing past him and jogging down the aisle.  Rob sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.

“That went well, didn’t it Jazz?” he muttered.

Rob waited by his truck that night at around seven.  He glanced at his watch for about the tenth time.

“She’s finishing up a stall,” his father called.  Rob nodded and sat down on the tail gait.

“Thanks Dad,” he replied.  Ten minutes later he heard the sound of someone approaching.  He turned, surprised to see Ruth walk by.  “Ruth, let’s not play this game again,” he said.

“Go away.  I don’t want a ride,” she said, walking down the driveway quickly.

“I can’t let you walk home by yourself.”

“I did it the first two weeks I was here.  Just leave me alone.  I don’t want a ride home.” Rob jogged after her and grabbed her elbow, forcing her to look at him.

“Just get in the truck,” he said.  Her eyes filled with tears.

“Would you just leave me alone?  I don’t want a god damn ride!” she exclaimed.  He led her back to the truck.

“Too bad.” He took her hand and led her back to the truck and opened the passenger door for her.  She got in grudgingly.  When he got in, she was looking out the window, tears streaming down her cheeks.  Rob sighed and backed down the driveway.  They drove in silence until he pulled into her driveway.  “Ruth, I’m really sorry,” he said.  She shook her head and brushed the back of her hand across her face.

“Don’t worry about it.  It’s not your fault I can’t pay for everything I’ll need.  I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said, getting out and walking up her porch steps.  Rob backed out of the driveway, trying to think of a way for Ruth to go to the show.

Ruth looked at Rob cautiously for a moment several days later.

“I’m not supposed to throw hay down anymore.  Your dad doesn’t want me to,” she said.  Rob glanced over his shoulder.

“I have to teach Kelly’s lesson, so you’ll have to do it.”

“This is the absolute last time I’m going to do your chores,” she muttered, going to the loft.  Rob grinned, then returned to the arena to teach Kelly.  Ruth was in for a big surprise.

Ruth climbed the ladder and began to toss hay down to the ground.  Something in the corner caught her eye.  A wrapped package was sitting on top of a hay bale.  The card said, ‘RUTH,” in bold letters.  She opened it and read: I think this takes care of everything.  -Rob.  She tore open the package, gasping when she saw the beautiful, dove gray riding habit inside.  There was also a pair of black leather high boots, a black riding crop, breeches, and a white stock shirt.  She pulled the breeches out and ran her fingers over them slowly.

“Oh wow,” she whispered.  She looked in the box again and reached into it.  A smaller box was inside.  She took it out and opened it.  Inside was a silver stock pin.  It looked almost exactly like Jazz.  The back had an inscription that said: Jazz and I wish you good luck at your first show.  Ruth swallowed hard and put everything back in the box carefully.  She climbed down the ladder and glanced at her watch.  Kelly’s lesson was nowhere near over, but she didn’t care.

Rob glanced up as Ruth walked into the ring.  Kelly was going around at a canter, but Jazz stopped when he saw Ruth.

“Hey big guy, get back to work,” Ruth said, giving him a pat.  She continued her walk to the center of the ring, stopping in front of Rob.  She looked at him for a long time before saying, “Thank you.” She put her arms around him and hugged him gratefully.  Rob smiled and hugged her back, but said nothing.  Kelly watched with slightly narrowed eyes.  Ruth pulled away after another moment, and went back toward the loft.

“Kelly it’s not break time!” Rob called.  She nodded and asked Jazz to trot.

Mr. Bell glanced up as his son entered the office later that day.

“I heard what you did for Ruth,” he said.  Rob shrugged and plopped down in a chair.

“She deserved it.”

“You also spent a lot of your own money on all that gear.  I know it was expensive.”

“She’s worked hard around here Dad.  She wanted to show real bad, so I just helped her out.”

“She’s going to be grateful for a long time,” he said.  Rob shrugged again.

“She doesn’t need to be.  After all the times she’s done my chores, I owe her,” he said with a grin.

“I’m sure you do.  Isn’t she supposed to be riding now?” Rob nodded.

“She’s warming Reba up by herself.  I’m going to work on figure eights today.”

“Posting trot?” Rob nodded and stood.

“Yup  I’ll see ya’ later Dad.” Mr. Bell nodded.

“Rob?” he called.  Rob turned.  “Don’t do anything stupid with her.  She’s a nice girl, not like Kelly.  Don’t play games.” Rob smiled and shook his head.

“She’s my friend Dad, don’t worry,” he said, turning and leaving.

Ruth was sitting to Reba’s smooth trot when Rob arrived in the outdoor ring.  Her position was much better already, her heels were down and her hands were low.  Reba extended and Ruth began to post.  Rob smiled up at her as she went by.  She smiled back.  Her reins were a little too loose, and Reba broke into a canter.  Ruth sat back, unsure of what was happening.  Rob watched for a moment as she rocked to the smooth gait, a little surprised at how easily and naturally she’d adjusted to the change.            “Trot Reba,” she murmured, pulling back slightly.  They began trotting again and Ruth posted.

“Keep trotting, but go in figure eights.  Sit a beat in the center of the ring.” She did ad he said, doing a very nice eight.  Rob nodded and said, “Good.  Keep doing them.” She kept going, then changed direction on her own.  After several times around she let Reba rest.

“Nice of you to join us,” she said sarcastically.  Rob grinned.

“Sorry, Dad got talking.”

“It’s alright.  I was doing just fine all by my lonesome.”

“Yes you were.  What classes do you want to enter at the show?”

“Which ones should I?”

“I don’t know.  An easy walk/trot, a pattern, maybe a conformation class, possibly a walk/trot/canter if you’re ready.”

“What’s a canter?”

“You know when she broke stride on you and felt kind of like a rocking horse?” he asked.  She nodded.  “That’s a canter.  I think you’ll be fine with it.  You did great just now.” She smiled softly.

“Thanks.  What should I do now?”

“I’ll teach you how to canter.  I want you to bring your outside leg back behind the girth slightly, tighten your inside rein, and keep steady pressure with your inside leg.”

“Ok.  Should I post the trot or sit?”

“Post until you ask her to canter.”

“Gotcha.  Can I try it?” He nodded and watched as she did exactly as he said.  Reba broke into a smooth canter.  Ruth smiled as they went around.  Suddenly a door slammed shut and Reba reared.  Ruth did her best to stay on, but was tossed to the ground anyway.  She hung onto the reins, even though Reba tried to take off.  She was dragged a couple of feet, but Reba stopped rather quickly.  Rob climbed through the fence and raced to her side.  She was talking softly to Reba, lying motionless on her back.

“Ruth are you alright?” he demanded.  She looked at him and smiled.

“Yeah, I think so.  I’m going to have a bruised butt though,” she said, sitting up slowly.  She grimaced when she tried to lean on her wrist that had been caught in the reins.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she lied.  He took her hand in his, observing the pained expression on her face.

“You hurt your wrist didn’t you?”

“Nothing that won’t be fixed by a hot shower,” she assured him.

“I think Dad should look at it.  He’ll decide what you should do.” She sighed.

“You’re too overprotective,” she muttered, following him as he led Reba to the barn.  Mr. Bell was walking toward the house, but stopped when he saw Rob leading Reba.

“What’s going on?”

“Ruth got thrown off,” Rob explained.  Ruth sighed, glad that he’d said ‘thrown’ rather than ‘fell.’

“Are you hurt?” Mr. Bell demanded.  Ruth took a deep breath.

“My wrist is a little sore, that’s all.”

“Did you land on it?”

“No, nothing like that.  It got caught up in the reins is all… you told me to try to hang on to them if I fell.  She dragged me a little ways.” Mr. Bell glanced at his son.

“How far?”

“From about the midpoint to the turn I’d say,” he explained.  He nodded and took Ruth’s hand in his own.

“I think you’re going to need x-rays for this,” he said.  “Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital.” Ruth nodded and followed reluctantly.

Ruth’s mother burst into the exam room, her face pale and worried.

“What on earth happened?” she demanded.

“A horse threw me off… no big deal.”

“You could’ve been killed Ruth!  It is a big deal.  How badly are you hurt?”

“I have a sprained wrist and two jammed fingers.  I’ll be fine in a couple of weeks.” Mr. Bell nodded.

“I’ve told her that she’s not to work at all until I have a signed note from her doctor,” he said.

“She has school starting in three days anyway.  I’ll take her home,” Mrs. Burke said.

“All my stuff is at the farm though,” Ruth said.

“Well I can’t come back and get you.”

“I’ll be home in time for supper Mama, don’t worry.  Tell Dan I’m ok.”

“Ok.  We’ll talk about this when you get home.” Ruth nodded and watched as her mother walked out.

“I’ll take you back to the farm.  Rob’ll want to see you for himself.” Ruth nodded and slid off the exam table.

“Thanks Mr. Bell,” she said, walking out into the hallway ahead of him.

Rob was standing by a fence watching Kelly go around at a sitting trot when they got back to the farm.  Ruth got out of the truck, careful not to snag her sling on anything.  Rob turned, his eyes concerned.

“Are you alright?” he demanded, touching her shoulder.  She swallowed hard.

“I’ll be taking a break for a couple weeks,” she explained.

“Is it broken?” She shook her head, glancing up as Kelly stopped near them.

“No, my wrist is sprained and two of my fingers are jammed.  Is Reba alright?  I didn’t even think about it before I was in the truck on the way to the hospital.”

“She’s fine.  I’m sorry about what happened.  I never really told you that loud noises spook her.”

“It’s ok.  I still have a long way to go before I’m ready for something like that.”

“You did just fine.  Did you come back to get your stuff?” She nodded, giving a shiver.

“Yeah.  It wasn’t this cold when we left,” she muttered.  The sun had started to set, and it was quite chilly.  Rob took off his jacket.  It said the farm’s name in red letters on the back, and his on the front in red.  The rest of it was black.  He draped it over her shoulders carefully and smiled.

“How’s that?” She smiled, glancing up as Kelly cleared her throat.

“Are we done for today Rob?” she asked.  Rob nodded and glanced at Ruth.

“Can you lead him back up to his stall for Kelly, or is that going to be a problem?”

“I can do it,” she said.  Rob smiled and gave her a shoulder a little squeeze.

“Thanks Ruth, you’re great.” She smiled and went into the ring.  Kelly handed her the reins with a little snort, then watched as Ruth led Jazz to the barn.

Ruth was still with Jazz when Rob arrived.  She had the saddle and bridle off and was grooming him carefully.

“You shouldn’t have been lifting that saddle Ruth,” Rob said.  She jumped and turned to face him.

“It wasn’t a big deal.  Jazz understands that I’m an invalid, so he stood still.  Didn’t you Jazz?” she crooned.  The big gelding gave her shoulder a little nudge and she laughed.

“Well thanks a lot.  I had to talk to Kelly about some things.”

“Any time.  Is your dad ready to leave yet?” she asked, picking up Jazz’s brushes.

“He asked me to take you home.  He had to go pick up a new horse.”

“OK.  Can you get the stuff you bought me?  It’s in the tack room.” He nodded and opened the stall door for her.

“Sure.  I’ll be right back.” She watched as he sauntered off, unsure of how to act.  She ran her fingers over the letters on the jacket and let out a sigh.

“Wow,” she whispered.

Rob drove along, glancing at Ruth several times before she said anything.

“Why do you keep looking at me?” she demanded.  He shrugged.

“I don’t know.  Do you have to walk to school?”

“Yup.”

“I can come get you in the morning if you want.”

“I’m not even going to try to argue my way out of it, because I know you’ll win.  If you want to come all the way out here every morning, then do it.  I don’t care.” Rob grinned.

“Then I’ll see you every morning at seven.”

“Sounds good.  I can’t work in the morning once school starts, but your dad knows that.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have time to come home, take a shower, and change.”

“You could use our shower Ruth, we aren’t stingy.”

“You and your father have already done a lot for me.  I don’t want to take up your bathroom.”

“We have three.  It’s not like it’ll be an inconvenience.”

“I don’t know.  Don’t ask me to give up everything all at once.  I said you could drive me to school, that’s enough for now.” He laughed and pulled into her driveway.

“Do you want me to carry the box up to your house?”

“Yeah.  My mother doesn’t know about the show yet, so don’t say anything.”

“I won’t.”

“Thanks again for buying it; I know how much it must’ve cost you.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worried about it.  I’m going to owe you for the rest of me life is all.” He smiled and grabbed the box.

“Come on, I’ll get you inside.  You’re probably tired.” She got out and walked with him into the house.

“Hey Mama,” she said.  “This is Rob Bell.  Rob this is my mother.”

“Hello Mrs. Burke,” he said with a smile.  Ruth’s mother smiled.

“Nice to meet you Rob.  Ruth, what’s in the box?” Ruth glanced at Rob.

“A riding habit.  One of Rob’s students got a new one so she gave this one to me.”

“What for?  You don’t need all that fancy stuff.”

“It’s nice to have,” Ruth said.  Rob nodded.

“It sure is.  Where should I put this Ruth?” he asked.  She grinned.

“Follow me,” she said, leading him down the hall and into her room.  Rob glanced around quickly, amazed at how nice her room was compared to the rest of the house.

“Where do you want it?”

“On the bed is fine.  If you’re wondering, part of my paychecks go toward stuff for myself.  I buy mostly stuff for my room and clothes.”

“I wasn’t wondering.”

“You’re a bad liar,” she said with a smile.  “Anyway.  Thanks for the ride.  I’ll see you on Wednesday,” she said.

“Why Wednesday?”

“Your father told me not to show up at the farm until my wrist was completely better.  You can just come at seven until my doctor says I can work again.” Rob nodded, putting his hands in his pockets.

“OK.  I’ll see ya’ around Ruth.” He turned and started for the door.

“Rob?” she said.  He turned and looked at her.

“Yeah?”

“Make sure and tell Jazz that I miss him, and give him his sugar cube every day.  The box is in my cubby in the locker room.”

“Sure.  Take care of that wrist,” he said.  She nodded and followed him down the hall.

“Thanks for the ride, and everything else.  I’ll see you in a couple of days.” He nodded and walked out into the darkness.  Ruth followed and called, “Hey, do you want your jacket back?”

“I’ll get it later!” he returned.  She watched as he got into the truck and drove away.  Ruth took a deep breath and hugged the jacket to herself.

Ruth jogged out her front door when she saw Rob’s truck pull into the driveway Wednesday morning.  He smiled at her when she got in.

“How’s the wrist?” he asked.  She shrugged and tossed him his jacket.

“Hurts at night, but it’s doing a lot better than it was.  Thanks for lending me your jacket,” she said.

“Anytime.” They were silent for several minutes.  “So, when’s your birthday?” She glanced at him, surprised.

“Why?” He glanced at her and grinned.

“Just wondering.  Curious I guess.”

“Curiosity killed the cat,” she muttered.  He laughed and shook his head.

“Don’t you want to tell me?” he questioned.  She shrugged indifferently.

“You just surprised me, that’s all.  It’s November twelfth.”

“You’ll be sixteen, right?” She nodded, pulling her hair from her face.

“Yeah.”

“Are you excited to go back to school?”

“Are you?” she asked sarcastically.  He laughed again and shrugged.

“I don’t know.  I was here last year too, but not many people knew me.  Now half the kids take lessons at the farm.”

“Kelly’s at our school too right?” He nodded slowly, casting a sideways glance at her to catch her reaction.

“Yeah.  She graduates this year though.  Why don’t you like her?”

“She’s stuck up.”

“Oh.  She’s not really that way… you just have to get to know her.”

“I’ve had better offers.” They were silent for another moment.  “I have a question,” she said suddenly.

“So ask.  I don’t bite.” She laughed.

“Are you going to talk to me at school, or am I going to be one of the out crowd?” Rob looked at her seriously.

“You don’t really think I’d be like that, do you?” he asked incredulously.  She shrugged.

“Most people are.  I’m not one of the most popular girls in school Rob.”

“I don’t care about that.  You’re my friend, of course I’ll talk to you in school.”

“I just wasn’t sure.  Sorry if I offended you or anything.” He shook his head.

“Just surprised me.” He pulled into the student parking lot and they both got out.  Several girls watched in awe as Ruth got out and walked into the building with Rob.

“Where’s your homeroom?”

“One twenty three,” he replied.  She nodded.

“I’m in one twenty.  I can’t wait to see what classes and teachers I have.” He smiled.

“Me either.  Listen, I have to go talk to my guidance counselor about P.E. so I’ll see you later?” She nodded.

“Yeah.  Bye Rob,” she said.  He waved and jogged off in the direction of the guidance office.

Ruth walked into the cafeteria, a feeling of sheer dread forming in the pit of her stomach.  Lunch had always been one of her least favorite periods.

“Ruth!” a voice called.  She turned, smiling when she saw Rob.  “Come on over and sit with us!” he yelled.  She walked over and sat down next to him.  “Everybody, this is Ruth Burke.  Ruth this is Chris, Andrea, David, Shelly, Claire, Steve, Matt, and Jason.” All the kids at the table smiled and said hello.  Ruth swallowed hard, and managed a smile and a little wave.

“How’s your day been?” she asked Rob.  He shook his head.

“Sucked.  I got Mr. French for Government.  He’s a total idiot.”

“I have him too, but for AP World History.  I had him for Government last year.”

“I think I might be in your class,” one of the girls, Andrea, said with a smile.  “Are you the one who told him to take a nap?”

“Yeah.  He was putting everyone else to sleep,” she said with a smile.  Everyone at the table laughed.

“That guy needs to retire,” Steve said.  Ruth laughed and nodded.

“What about Miss Carol.” Everyone nodded, including Rob.

“You were in my class with her last year, weren’t you?” he asked. Ruth nodded.

“Yeah.  I didn’t even know your name.  I remember she sent you out for taking notes.”

“She thought I was writing a note to my girlfriend.” Everybody laughed again.

“Hey Ruth, aren’t you going to eat?” Shelly asked.  Ruth swallowed hard, thinking fast.

“I forgot my money,” she said.  Rob looked at her for what seemed like a long time.

“Do you want to borrow some?  You can pay me back later,” he offered.  She smiled gratefully.

“Thanks a lot,” she said.  Andrea stood as Ruth did.

“I’ll go with you.  I hate walking across the lunchroom by myself.” Ruth nodded and smiled.  Rob watched as they walked away, talking and laughing like old friends.

Ruth went back to the farm after school that day, even though she couldn’t do much to help.

“I actually had a good day,” she said suddenly as they were walking up the driveway.  He laughed.

“Don’t you usually?” he asked.  She shook her head.

“Not really.  Thanks for asking me to sit with you and your friends today.  I really appreciate it,” she said softly.  Rob grabbed her elbow and looked down at her.

“You’re my friend Ruth.  Why wouldn’t I ask you to come sit at my lunch table?” She shrugged.

“Last year I sat by myself all year.  Half of those kids I sat with today wouldn’t give me the time of day last year because I didn’t wear the right clothes or do the right thing with my hair.  It was cool to have them like me because they gave me a chance.”

“They’re all really nice people.  Andrea seems to like you a lot.”

“She’s very nice.  Who was the blonde guy sitting next to her again?” Rob frowned.

“That’s Jason Barrows.  Why?” She shrugged, pulling out of his grasp and walking into the barn.

“No reason.  He just seemed really nice, that’s all.” Rob shook his head.

“He can be a real jerk Ruth,” he assured her.  She laughed, turning and walking backwards.

“So can you, but I don’t hold it against you,” she said.  Rob shook his head and started to jog toward her.

“You’re going to get it,” he said.  Ruth whirled and ran down the aisle, laughing as she went.  Rob picked up his pace and caught her quickly.  She felt his arms slide around her waist, and then she was being swung around.

“Let me go!” she exclaimed, trying to catch her breath.  Rob let her feet touch the ground, but he didn’t let her go.  Ruth felt him turn her around, and soon she was looking into his deep hazel eyes.  He looked at her seriously for a moment.  “Rob, I think we should…” He cut her off with a slow shake of the head.

“Don’t talk,” he murmured.  She closed her eyes and tried to think.  A loud bang made them jump, and gave Ruth the chance she needed to break away from him.

“Um… I’m going to go see how Jazz is,” she said, turning and walking away.  Rob frowned, cursing under his breath.

“Hey Rob,” a voice said.  He turned, surprised to see Kelly standing at the tack room door.

“Hi Kelly, what’s going on?  Your lesson isn’t until tomorrow.”

“I know that.  I came to check up on Jazz.  How’s he been lately?”

“Fine.  I need to go see if Dad needs any help before I take Ruth home.”

“Why do you drive her around Rob?  She’s such a dork, and she has no money.”

“I drive Ruth around because she doesn’t have any other way of getting any place.  She’s also a friend, and she’d do the same for me if I needed her to.”

“Oh come on Rob, you know she’s just using you for your money.  It’s plain to see.”

“What do you know about Ruth Burke?  She’s one of the nicest girls I know.” Kelly stepped closer and looked at him seriously.

“Nice girls don’t give you what you want Rob.  I would.” He shook his head.

“Thanks, but no thanks.  I don’t like used goods,” he said, turning and walking away.  Kelly stood and watched him, her eyes hard and angry.

Rob looked up when Ruth arrived at the lunch table a week and a half later.  She sat down next to Andrea and smiled at her.

“Did you see Jason earlier today?” Andrea demanded. Ruth shook her head.

“No, what happened?”

“He was coming out of the gym, and he had this huge hole in his shorts from wrestling.  It was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.” Ruth laughed and glanced at Rob.  He was watching her with serious eyes.

“He’s such a joker.  I bet he did it on purpose or something, just to get attention.”

“Oh, he got attention alright.  I got a nice picture for the yearbook.” Ruth burst into laughter.

“I can’t believe you did that!”

“The female population of the school will be happy,” she commented, turning red when Jason arrived and sat down.

“Hey Jason,” Ruth muttered, trying desperately not to laugh.  He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?” he demanded.  The two girls burst into laughter again.  Jason glanced at Rob.  “What’s so funny?” he repeated.  Rob shrugged, never taking his eyes from Ruth.

“Who knows.  I guess it’s a girl thing,” he replied.  Ruth stopped laughing and looked at him.

“I think I’m supposed to be making up a biology test,” she muttered, standing and hurrying away.

“What’d you do Rob?” both Andrea and Jason asked.  He didn’t look at them.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered.  Andrea shook her head.

“Yeah right.  You and Ruth use to act like a couple, and now she can barely look at you.”

“I don’t know what’s going on.  Maybe she’s just having some problems at home or something.”

“Whatever you say Rob,” Andrea muttered.  He sighed and returned to eating his sandwich.

Ruth carried a bucket of water down the aisle at the farm, stopping at Jazz’s stall and letting herself in.

“Hey big guy, I’m back to work,” she said, dumping the water into his bucket.  Jazz nudged her shoulder affectionately and she smiled.

“Could you get his saddle and bridle?” a voice asked.  She turned, frowning when she saw Kelly.

“Today isn’t your usual riding day is it?” Ruth asked.  Kelly shook her head.

“No, but I thought I should come and exercise him.”

“Oh.  I’m not sure if Mr. Bell or Rob is free.  I’ll have to check for you.”

“I don’t need them to watch me ride Ruth.  Just get the saddle like I told you.”

“Get it yourself,” Ruth muttered.  Kelly frowned at her and narrowed her eyes.

“Excuse me?” she said.

“You heard me.  Get it yourself; I’m not your servant.”

“You work here, so go get it.  I shouldn’t have to put up with this.  If I told Rob how you were treating me, he’d have you fired.”

“He has no control over whether I’m fired or not.  Get your own saddle Kelly, because I’m not going to.” Ruth let herself out of the stall, surprised when Kelly grabbed her arm.  “Let me go,” Ruth whispered venomously.  Kelly shook her head.

“Understand something right now Ruth.  Rob Bell is mine.”

“I don’t see your name on him… and he doesn’t even like you.  You should just back off.  Maybe one day you’ll find someone desperate enough to go out with you.”

“I could have the entire school turn against you in a minute, so watch your step.  Stay away from Rob, or I swear I’ll make sure you don’t have any friends.”

“That’s something you know a lot about, huh Kelly?  I don’t take well to threats, so back off,” Ruth said, shoving Kelly with her free hand.  Kelly stumbled backward and Ruth backed away.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Kelly said.

“Why don’t you just go get your tack and shut up,” Ruth muttered, turning and stalking away.

Rob glanced up from measuring grain.  Ruth was tossing brushes into the cabinet, her face angry.

“Something the matter?” he asked.  She turned and frowned.

“Kelly is a stuck up b…” she trailed off and shrugged.

“What’d she do this time?”

“She basically told me that all I am is the poor groom.  She wanted me to get her saddle and I told her to get it herself.  I don’t even know why she’s here.  Today isn’t her lesson day.” Rob took a deep breath.

“Kelly can ride Jazz whenever she wants.”

“That’s not fair.  Nobody else can do that, even me and I work here.”

“None of the horses are yours either Ruth,” he replied.  Ruth looked at him for a long time, her face a mixture of anger and disbelief.

“You’re not telling me that Jazz belongs to…” He cut her off.

“He’s Kelly’s,” he said.  Ruth swallowed hard, closing her eyes for a moment.  “Ruth you have to understand that…” She shook her head and opened her eyes.

“Why did you let me ride him and get close to him?  Why the hell didn’t you tell me?  Why didn’t your father or anyone else tell me?” she demanded.

“We didn’t think you needed to know,” he muttered.  She took a deep breath.

“You didn’t think I needed to know?  Jazz was the one thing in my life that was perfect.  You know how much I love him and how much I hate Kelly.  How could you not tell me?” she demanded.

“I don’t know.  Ruth I’m sorry.”

“Not as sorry as I am.  I’m going home,” she said.

“I’ll give you a ride,” he said, starting toward her.

“No you won’t.  I’m walking today,” she said firmly.  This time Rob didn’t try to stop her.

Ruth didn’t go to lunch in the cafeteria for the next week and a half, and made a point of staying after so Rob wouldn’t have to give her a ride home.  She also left for school an hour early and took the long way so she wouldn’t have to see him at all.  She went to the farm after school, did her chores, and then walked home.  Mr. Bell walked into the tack room one evening, surprised to find Ruth sitting and cleaning tack.

“What are you still doing here Ruth?” he asked.

“I thought I should work on some saddles,” she muttered.

“What’s going on?  You haven’t ridden since you got the ok.  I thought you’d be back on Reba or Jazz in no time.”
“I can’t ride Jazz, he’s Kelly’s,” she said softly. Mr. Bell nodded slowly.

“Is that why you haven’t talked to Rob in almost two weeks?” he asked.

“I haven’t talked to Rob in two weeks because he’s a liar and a jerk.”

“You have a show in two weeks… don’t you think you should get ready for it?”

“I’m not going to the show.”

“Why not?  Rob spent a lot of money so you could,” he said.

“Exactly.  I don’t need his charity, or anyone else’s.”

“It isn’t charity Ruth.  He did it so you could show… he knew how badly you wanted to.”

“Well I don’t want to anymore.  I don’t want to ride at all anymore.”

“That’s crazy,” a new voice said.  Both Mr. Bell and Ruth looked toward the door.  Rob was standing there, looking at her in awe.  “Come on Ruth, I said I was sorry.  Don’t let this stop you from doing something you really love.”

“You’re the one who lied.  Neither one of you should have lied about that for so long.  You should have told me so I wouldn’t get so attached.”

“You would have gotten attached no matter what.  There was no stopping it,” Rob said.

“I would have at least known to keep my distance.  You lied the whole time.  My mother was right,” she said, standing and walking past them.  It was cold out that day, and she had forgotten her jacket at school.  Rob followed her outside and down the driveway, grabbing her arm and spinning her around.

“You don’t get it do you?” he demanded.  She shook her head.

“No, I don’t.  How could you lie to me about him?  You know how much Jazz meant to me!” she exclaimed.

“I lied because I didn’t want to hurt you!  I did it so you could at least have some fun with him.  Kelly doesn’t know you rode him, and she isn’t going to.  I did it because I wanted you to have something like that.”

“I could’ve pretended another horse was mine, Rob.  It didn’t have to be Jazz.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he said, his hands on her shoulders now.  They were standing by the front gate, and she was leaning against a fence post.  “I’m sorry,” he repeated softly, leaning closer and kissing her.  She put her hand on his shoulder, unsure of what to do.  He pulled her hair from its ponytail and ran his fingers through it gently.  She kept her eyes closed when he pulled away.  He leaned his forehead against hers.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“For kissing me or for lying about Jazz?” she asked softly.

“For lying.  I’ll never be sorry about kissing you,” he replied, pulling away completely.  “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home,” he said.  He handed her his jacket, his farm jacket, and said, “And put this on.  You’re going to catch pneumonia.” She put it on and followed him to the truck.

“I’m just getting a ride because it’s so late you know.”

“I’ll have to keep you here late more often,” he said, backing down the driveway with a smile.

Ruth walked down the hall with Rob the next day.  They were talking about the horse show, as she had decided to enter after all.

“You’re going to be fine.  You’ve got a great position, and Reba loves you.”

“Yeah, I know,” she muttered.  Rob reached over and took her hand, giving it a squeeze.  They continued to walk, her hand still in his.  Kelly came around the corner at that moment, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw them.

“Hello Rob,” she said.  He smiled.

“Hey Kelly, how’s it going?”

“Oh, just great.  Can I come over today for an extra lesson?  I need work before the show.”

“I’m not sure if you’ll be ready for all the classes you entered anyway.  Jazz is still a handful for you.”

“I handle Jazz just fine.”

“Not as well as some people do,” he said, casting Ruth a quick glance.

“I’ll be ready for the show.  So can I come today?” Ruth decided to speak up.

“If you can get your own tack this time,” she said.  Kelly glared at her.

“Isn’t she cute Rob?” Kelly muttered sarcastically.

“I think so.  See you around Kelly,” he said, leading Ruth down the hall.  She stopped him and looked up at him gratefully.

“Thank you for sticking up for me,’ she said.  He smiled and kissed her quickly.

“Anytime.  Come on, we’re going to be late for first period,” he said.  She smiled and walked with him to class.

Ruth rode Reba around the arena at a canter, rocking to the smooth gait.  Rob watched carefully, smiling as she went by.

“Looking good,” he said with a nod.  She smiled and continued.  “Ok, let her rest.” Reba eased to walk and Ruth smiled again.

“So that was OK?” she asked him.

“It looked great.  You’ll be fine in the show.”

“Thanks for the confidence.  This week flew by… I can’t believe the show is tomorrow.”

“Me either.  You’re staying in our guest room tonight right?” She nodded.

“My mother gave the OK.  She said good luck to everyone and stuff like that.”

“I’m glad she finally thinks it’s ok that you show.  I didn’t think she’d ever approve.”

“I know.  So we should be fine tomorrow?” she asked.  He nodded and held Reba as she dismounted.

“You’re going to be fine.”

“You know, I’m going to get to see you ride tomorrow.  I’ve never actually seen you on a horse.” He grinned.

“Really?  I hadn’t noticed,” he said sarcastically.  She hit his shoulder playfully.

“You haven’t ridden the entire time I’ve been here, not while I was working anyway.”

“You’re right.  I didn’t want you to see me ride.”

“Why on earth not?” a new voice asked.  They both turned, surprised to see Kelly holding Jazz.

“Hello Kelly,” Rob said.

“You haven’t seen Rob on a horse yet Ruth?” Ruth shook her head slowly.  “What a shame.  He’s absolutely amazing you know.  We use to go out on the trails together all the time.”

“Use to.  I bet he’s improved a lot since then.” Rob smiled.

“Oh definitely.  Come on, we need to help Dad feed.  You can’t ride right now Kelly.  We’re going to be feeding.”

“I can ride him whenever I want to,” she shot back, swinging into the saddle.

“Fine.  Just cool him out thoroughly when you’re done,” he instructed.

“Sure.  I’ll see you later.” Rob and Ruth walked along quietly until they reached the main aisle.

“That was a good comeback,” he said.

“I know,” she teased.  “Why haven’t I gone on any trail rides with you?” she demanded, putting her hands on her hips.

“You’re always working!  And you did hate me for awhile there.  I’ll take you out on Sunday if we have a break.” She grinned.

“That’d be great.  How about we feed the horses and go up and have dinner?”

“We’re going out this evening,” he said mysteriously.  She glanced at him and shook her head.

“I don’t think I want to know,” she muttered.  He laughed and walked with her to the feed room.

“Probably not.  Let’s get this work done.”

“Are you cold?” she asked suddenly.

“Nope, not at all.  Just because you have my jacket doesn’t mean I’m freezing,” he retorted sarcastically.  Ruth started to take the jacket off, but he grabbed her hand to stop her from unbuttoning it.  “Keep it, I’m fine,” he assured her.

“Are you sure?  I have a sweatshirt and long johns on.”

“No, keep it.  I was just teasing.” She nodded and started filling up feed buckets.

Ruth awoke early the next morning and stretched.  She remembered the night before with a smile.  Rob had taken her out to dinner and a movie.  It was almost four and her alarm would be going off soon.  She got up and pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top.  Then she pulled on her barn boots and walked out of the house quickly, grabbing a sweatshirt on her way.  She walked into the barn and wet directly to Jazz’s stall.

“Hey big guy, how’re you?” she asked.  Jazz nickered softly, looking at her with droopy eyes.  Ruth frowned.  “You’re usually wide awake by now Jazz,” she said, letting herself in the stall.  She gave his neck a gentle pat and he jumped away from her.  Ruth frowned again.  “What’s the matter?” she asked him.  Jazz nudged her shoulder.  She ran her fingers under his mane, gasping at what she felt.  She lifted it up and felt her jaw drop when she saw the welts on his neck.  “I’ll be right back big guy,” she promised.  She let herself out of the stall, locked it and ran to the house.

Mr. Bell looked Jazz over to make sure there was nothing else wrong, then looked at Ruth.

“He’ll be fine Ruth,” he assured her.

“Who did this to him?” she demanded.

“My best bet is Kelly.  She gets a little upset sometimes.  That’s why I usually have someone in the ring with her Robert,” he said, looking at his son angrily.  Rob bowed his head in shame.

“I’m sorry Dad.  I was feeding,” he muttered.

“Alright.  Let’s start getting everyone fed and ready for shipping.  Rob nodded and Ruth watched as he walked away.

At the show Kelly rode into the ring.  Jazz was acting up, but Kelly started toward the jumps.  In the current class, the horse had to finish the course in order to be considered for a ribbon.  Right after the first jump, Jazz reared and threw Kelly from the saddle.  Ruth gasped, waiting for her to get up.  Kelly just laid there as Rob and Mr. Bell rushed into the ring.  Rob came out and looked at Ruth for a minute.

“Go get on him and ride,” he ordered.  Ruth looked at him incredulously.

“If Kelly doesn’t kill me for riding him, I’ll kill myself trying to jump those fences Rob,” she said.

“Kelly wants someone to finish this and all of her classes.  Dad thinks she broke her arm.”

“Will the judges allow it?” she asked.

“Yup.  They said you can walk the course really quick.”

“What good will that do?  I have no idea how to jump.”

“I’ll do my best to teach you what you’re doing while we’re walking the course,” he said, leading her back into the ring.

“Rob, what’re you doing taking her with you?” Kelly demanded as they walked by.

“I’m letting Ruth ride him.”

“I want ribbons Rob.  She can’t win.”

“It doesn’t matter.  She’ll be keeping whatever she wins.  Come on Ruth, let’s go.  Time for a crash course in jumping.”

“Bad choice of words Rob,” she muttered, following him into the ring.

Ruth swung into Jazz’s saddle after walking the course.  Rob put his hand on her knee and looked up at her seriously.

“Just take it nice and easy.  I don’t think he’ll pull any of that crap with you.  Just do your best and trust him.”

“Ok.  I’ll be alright won’t I?” she asked.  He smiled up at her and squeezed her knee.

“You’ll do fine.  I know you can do it.” Mr. Bell had returned and was standing at the gate.

“Good luck Ruth.  You’ll be fine,” he said.  She rode into the ring and began.  Jazz flicked his ears back and froth.

“Come on Jazz, help me out with this one,” she whispered.  She counted, trying to remember what Rob had said about strides and position.  She got to six and squeezed gently.  Jazz took off and Ruth went with it.  They moved on, Jazz turning when she told him to.  They went over the next jump and Ruth smiled a little.  “Good boy Jazz,” she murmured.  He tossed his head and she gave him a little more rein.  He picked up his pace and her smile grew.  They finished with only two rails down, an admirable score.  Rob met her when she came out of the ring, pulling her from the saddle and hugging her.

“You were amazing,” he whispered.  She smiled, closing her eyes.

“That felt amazing.  He did exactly what I told him to.”

“He likes you.  Come on, let’s stand over here so we can wait for the awards.”

“I’m not going to place Rob,” she muttered.

“Yeah you will.  You’re in second place right now.  Kelly’s going to flip out,” he said.

“How many classes does she have him in?” He glanced at his notebook.

“A lot.  You’re going to be busy Ruth.” She nodded and watched the next rider go.

Ruth sat between Mr. Bell and Rob on the way home that night, her head on Rob’s shoulder.  She was fast asleep, and a small box of ribbons sat on her lap.  Rob glanced as his father.

“She was amazing today,” Rob said.  Mr. Bell nodded.

“She’s a good little rider.  Good instincts.  I was surprised when she made it through all the jumping and that dressage class though.” Rob grinned.

“She wrote all the aids on the back of her hand.  She said it was easier than it looked.” Mr. Bell chuckled.

“She’s got a lot to be proud of.  She really showed Kelly up.  How many ribbons does she have there?”

“8 from Reba, 5 firsts and 3 2nds.  She had 10 from Jazz… all but two are first place.”

“The others are from the jumping and dressage right?” Rob nodded.

“She has a way with that horse.  I don’t understand it.”

“She didn’t get to see you ride did she?”

“Nope.  She was too busy showing me up to watch me ride,” he muttered, glancing down at his three third place ribbons.

Ruth awoke the next morning and pulled on her jeans, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt.  She pulled a brush through her hair and looked at Rob’s jacket.  She sighed softly, wanting more than anything to have one that said her own name on it.  She shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts, then grabbed her boots and walked out of the room and downstairs.  She had stayed at Rob’s the night before instead of going all the way home.  Rob was sitting at the kitchen table with his father, and smiled when she walked in.  She was pulling her hair into a braid, and sat down across from Rob.

“Good morning,” she muttered.  Mr. Bell smiled at her too.

“Morning Champ,” he said.  She had the grace to blush and shake her head.

“Shear luck,” she said.

“No such thing.  You and Jazz are a natural team… and you and Reba weren’t too shabby either,” Rob commented.  His father nodded in agreement.

“He’s right Ruth.  Kelly is going to be pretty surprised when she finds out about this.  I told her parents about what had happened with Jazz yesterday.  They told me that they are giving serious thought to selling him,” Mr. Bell explained.  Ruth nodded slowly.

“That’s good.  I can’t believe she could do that to a horse, especially one as great as Jazz.  Do you know if her arm is ok?”

“Broken in three places.  She won’t be riding for a long time.  I think I’ll have you exercise Jazz for me Ruth.” Ruth shook her head.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.  I don’t want to get attached, especially if he’s for sale.”

“It’d mean a lot to me Ruth.  I can’t let him sit in a stall for months on end, it isn’t fair to him.” She bowed her head for a long moment.

“I’ll do it for Jazz, and because you asked me to,” she muttered.

“Good.  You can start by going with Rob.”

“Where are we going?” she demanded.

“You’re going to see the trails,” he said, grabbing her hand and leading her from the house.

Ruth and Jazz rode around a bend in the trail at a leisurely walk.  Jazz tossed his head and snorted at Rob’s horse, Prelude.  The gelding was a pitch black thoroughbred with a sweet disposition.

“He’s amazing,” she said suddenly.  Rob nodded and patted Prelude’s neck.

“I’ve always liked him,” he said with a grin.  She watched him, amazed at how good his position was.

“You’re good,” she muttered.  He glanced at her.

“So are you.  Who’s the one who won 18 ribbons yesterday?”

“Like I said before, pure luck.  Jazz made up for a lot and Reba is wonderful.”

“So are you,” he said sincerely.  She shook her head and asked Jazz to trot.

“I’m not really that great.  You give me too much credit.” Rob frowned, reaching over and grabbing her left rein to stop Jazz as he slowed Prelude to a walk.

“You’re absolutely amazing,” he said.  She looked at him for a long time before finally smiling.

“You’re wonderful.  Come on, let’s canter,” she said.  Jazz broke into a smooth canter, and Prelude soon followed.  Rob watched her carefully, unsure of what was wrong.

Ruth finished taking notes in her last period class and walked out of the room, saying a quick goodbye to her teacher before leaving.  Rob was waiting for her and took her hand as they walked down the hall.

“I have to go make up a chemistry test, can you wait for me?”

“I’ll wait by the truck,” she promised.

“OK.  See you soon,” he said, giving her a quick kiss.  She turned and walked toward the doors.  Almost as soon as she was outside, people were on her.

“Let me go!” she exclaimed.  She saw Kelly standing in front of her and frowned.  “What the hell is going on?” she demanded.

“I told you that Rob was mine, but you didn’t listen.  Maybe if I kick your ass you’ll get the picture.”

“How on earth are you planning on doing that with a broken arm?”

“I have another arm, my good one.”

“The only good thing you have,” she retorted.  Kelly glared but Ruth continued.  “Do you need your stupid friends to hold me?  Is that how much of a wimp you are?” she demanded.  Kelly stepped toward Ruth and swung.  Ruth closed her eyes as Kelly’s fist collided with her jaw.  She bit back a cry of pain and kicked with her legs.  Kelly fell backwards and Ruth managed to get loose.  She turned and faced them all, ready to defend herself.  Kelly came back toward her and grabbed a fistful of hair.  Ruth punched her in the stomach as hard as she could, then in the face when Kelly let go of her hair.  Kelly fell to the ground this time, her lip split wide open.  “Rob was never yours, and he never will be.  Stay way from him, and stay away from me,” Ruth warned, starting to walk past her.  Kelly stood slowly.

“Don’t you realize that you’re killing him by dating him?  His reputation has plummeted since he started hanging out with you.”

“If he had any complaints he’d tell me,” Ruth said confidently.

“Sure he would.  A new pair of clothes doesn’t change what you really are.  You’re poor trash Ruth Burke, and you’ll never make it with horses.  Especially not Jazz.” Ruth shook her head slowly.

“Funny how I won on him and he threw you off in your first class.” Kelly took a step toward her and Ruth eyed her seriously.  “You want to start over?” she demanded.  Kelly glared as Ruth walked away and to Rob’s truck.

Ruth was sitting in the passenger seat when Rob and Jason arrived.  She tried to hide her face behind her hair, but it was no use.  Rob grabbed her shoulders and looked at her in horror.

“Who did this?” he demanded.  She shook her head.

“It’s no big deal.” Rob glanced at Jason and frowned.

“It is too a big deal!  Your face is bleeding.  Someone beat you up!”

“Tried to.  She’s worse off and more embarrassed.”

“Did Kelly do this?” he demanded.  She looked away from him, but said nothing.  “She did, didn’t she?” he muttered, glancing at Jason.  Jason got out of the truck and walked back to the school.

“Where’s he going?” she asked.

“To tell Andrea what happened.  She’ll pass it along and make sure that everyone knows that Kelly is just cheap white trash that can’t handle some competition.”

“Rob that isn’t necessary.”

“Are you OK?  Did she hurt you badly?” She shook her head.

“No, I’m fine,” she said, not mentioning anything Kelly had said to her.

“Are you sure that’s all?  You’re acting like there’s something…” She cut him off.

“Can we just drop it and go?  I want to go ride Jazz and get home.”

“OK.”

Ruth was riding Jazz at a canter, popping over rails that she’d set up herself.  Jazz tossed his head happily and Ruth laughed.

“Good boy!” she exclaimed, asking him to walk.  He did so instantly and she smiled again.

“What is she doing on my horse?” a voice demanded.  Ruth turned in the saddle, frowning when she saw Kelly.

“She’s exercising him,” Rob said, looking at Ruth seriously.

“I don’t want her on him.”

“He’s not yours anymore Kelly, someone bought him.”

“I still have a say in what happens to him.  She’ll ruin him.”

“Would you open your eyes and look at him?  He’s better off with me.  Look at him!” Ruth exclaimed.  Kelly looked.

“He looks the same to me,” she muttered.

“No he doesn’t.  He’s actually happy when I ride him.  With you he was miserable.  Leave us alone.”

“Fine.  But you remember what I told you today Ruth Burke.  Never forget it.” Ruth watched as Kelly stalked from the arena, then turned Jazz and began trotting.  Rob walked into the ring and watched her closely.

“What’d she say to you today?” he called.  She didn’t answer.  Rob sighed and clapped his hands loudly.  Jazz reared up and tried to take off, but Ruth held him in check and stayed on.

“What are you trying to do, get me killed?” she demanded.

“I knew you’d stay on.  Tell me what she said.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Rob went to Jazz’s side and pulled her from the saddle.

“I do,” he said, holding on to the reins with one hand and her with the other.”

“Too bad.  Let me go Rob, I want to finish up with him.”

“You’re finished until you tell me what she said to you, because it obviously upset you.”

“I’m perfectly fine.  You’re the one who’s all upset.”

“You can’t let her do this to you, it isn’t fair,” he said, releasing her and walking away.  With a sigh, Ruth remounted and continued her ride.

When Rob arrived at Ruth’s the next morning she wasn’t outdoors waiting.  He turned the truck off and went up the porch steps.  He knocked for a moment, then let himself in.  Ruth wasn’t in the kitchen, so he went down the hall and to her bedroom.  He knocked but received no answer, so he opened the door.  Surprisingly, she was still in bed asleep.  Rob sighed and walked to the side of the bed and touched her shoulder.  She stirred and looked at him.

“Hi,” she muttered.  He smiled down at her.

“Are you planning on going to school today?” he asked.  She shook her head.

“I don’t feel well.  Sorry you had to come all the way up here, but we don’t have a phone,” she muttered.

“It’s ok.  I’ll get your homework for you,” he promised.  She nodded, closing her eyes when he kissed her forehead.

“Thanks.  See you tomorrow,” she said, watching as he turned and left.  With a sigh she uncovered herself and got out of bed.  “Great excuse Ruth, you’re no sicker than he is,” she muttered to herself.  She pulled on a pair of GAP jeans she had bought the month before, and a hunter green sweatshirt that said ADIDAS in black letters.  She found a pair of clean socks and went into the kitchen.  She looked out the window and sighed; Rob was gone.

Ruth walked down the aisle in the barn the next morning.  Rob had picked her up at five so she could help feed.  His father was going away for the weekend, so she was going to stay and help him take care of things.

“Why don’t you feed Jazz?” he suggested.

“Who bought him?” she asked.

“I don’t know.  Some people Dad knows I guess,” he explained.

“Is he going to leave?”

“No, Dad said that he had to stay here… that was part of the deal.”

“That’s good.  Why don’t they ever come see him?”

“They come all the time,” he assured her.  She shook her head.

“I’ve never seen them.”

“Well they’ve been here,” he said.  She nodded and picked up Jazz’s grain.

“OK.  I’m going to go take care of him.” Rob smiled, hoping he could keep his mouth shut until November twelfth.

Ruth was jumping Jazz when Rob found her after school that day.  She looked wonderful, and he had to smile.  She had taught herself to do it basically, and Jazz was about ten times better since she started working with him.  He refused one of the strange jumps and Ruth tapped his shoulder with her crop.

“No silly stuff,” she scolded.  This time he went over it and finished the small course.  Ruth looked over her shoulder and smiled at Rob.

“You look good,” he said.  She shrugged and rode to the center of the ring at an extended trot.

“I’m doing ok.  Are you sure his owners aren’t going to mind that I ride him?”
“Not at all.  Why don’t you cool him out and put him away?  I want to get some dinner.”

“What’re we having?”

“I thought about ordering a pizza.  We could have a pizza picnic.” Ruth couldn’t stop the memories from flooding back.  Her father had often made pizza picnics in her room just for fun when her mother was working.  They had sat on a checkered blanket and had soda and pizza, and sometimes something for dessert.  Rob frowned at her.  “Ruth, are you OK?” he asked for the fifth time.

“Yeah.  I’ll go take care of Jazz,” she muttered.  Rob sighed, putting his hand on her arm when she led Jazz by him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.  She shook her head.

“Nothing.” He touched the side of her face gently, looking at her seriously.

“Are you sure?” She nodded and forced a smile.

“I’m fine.  I’ll be right back,” she promised.  Rob watched with a frown as she walked away, wondering what had upset her so much.

Ruth sat across from Rob in the living room of his house.  They were sitting on the floor on a blue blanket eating pepperoni and sausage pizza.  Ruth was completely silent, caught up in her own thought.

“Ruth could you answer a question for me?” he asked.  She shrugged.

“Depends on what it is,” she replied distantly.  He touched her hand and she looked at him as if she was noticing him for the first time.

“What did I say to upset you?” he asked.  She shook her head slowly.

“Nothing really.  Nothing on purpose anyway,” she said softly.

“What did Kelly say to you the other day,” he asked, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer to his first question.

“It wasn’t important… she’s not important.”

“It must’ve been important or you wouldn’t have gotten so upset.”

“I… Kelly is just selfish, that’s all.  She can’t say anything to me that I haven’t heard one hundred times before.”

“Must’ve been something new.”

“Not really, it just came from her.”

“What did she say?” he asked again, looking at her seriously.  She took a deep breath and turned away from him.

“It’s really not important,” she said softly.  He put his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him.

“I think it is.  There’s something wrong and I’d like to know what it is.”

“Ok.  Kelly said that new clothes don’t change what I really am.”

“What are you really?”

“Poor trash,” she muttered.  He sighed.

“What else?”

“She said that I’ll never make it with horses, especially not Jazz.” Rob sighed again, releasing her shoulders.  “You told me to tell you,” she said when he was silent.

“Did she say anything else?” Ruth frowned and bowed her head.  Rob looked at her.  “Tell me.”

“She said that us going out was a bad idea, that your reputation has suffered a lot.” Once again he sighed, then looked at her.

“Let’s get one thing straight right now.  Everyone who knows you, really knows you, loves you.  Jason is practically ready to propose to you, Andrea thinks you’re her soul mate and me…” he trailed off.

“What about you?”

“I’m absolutely crazy about you.  Do you think I’d care what anyone else had to say about us going out?”

“I don’t know.  All I know is that’s what she said.”

“Do you actually believe all that?” he demanded angrily.  She didn’t answer, not wanting to say yes, but knowing she’d be lying if she said no.  “Of course you do.  That’s why you’re so upset,” he muttered, standing up.  Ruth looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered.

“I don’t want you to be sorry Ruth.  I’m sorry.” She frowned.

“I don’t understand you.  You were mad about five seconds ago.”

“At her.  She had no right to say that, or anything else to you.”

“That’s why I didn’t want to tell you,” she said.  He knelt down beside her.

“I don’t want you to believe a word of it, because it’s not true.  You’re an amazing rider.  You’ve skipped about three years of training because you’re so good with Jazz… and because you have this natural ability that I’ve never seen before.”

“I know.  I just don’t want to be bad.  I want to be better than…” she stopped abruptly.

“Better than who?” he asked.

“My father.”

“Who’s your father?”

“Mark Burke,” she said.  Rob looked at her incredulously.

“He’s your father?” he asked.  She nodded slowly and stood up.

“Yeah.”

“Why haven’t you ever let me meet him?  Better yet, why are you living where you are if he’s your dad?”

“He left when I was eleven Rob,” she said.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.  He just did.”

“Oh.  I’m sorry… I didn’t even know he’d been married or anything.”

“Not many people do.  He’s hid it very well I suppose,” she said.  She heard Rob stand, then felt his arms around her waist.

“Why were you so upset when I mentioned pizza?  Most people love pizza.”

“So do I.”
“I don’t understand then.  If you like it why did you get so sad?”

“My father and I use to have picnics like this.  We had one the night he left.  I didn’t know he was leaving; he left after I was in bed.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.  She turned and wrapped her arms around him.

“Thanks.  My mother always tells me what a jerk he was, but I don’t know.  I remember him as wonderful… when he was there.”

“Maybe he is.” They were silent for a long moment.  “Ruth my Dad and I were talking about taking you to the Crown Royal,” he said suddenly.  She pulled away and looked at him with big eyes.

“What?  That’s for really good riders.”

“You’re a really good rider.  You’d probably see him there.”

“I don’t want to go.  My mother would never allow it anyway.  She said that she’d never let my father near me again.”

“She doesn’t have to know he’d be there.”

“Everyone knows that Mark Burke will be at the Royal.  He went every year he and Mama were married.”

“So?  Come on Ruth, you’ll do great there.” She shook her head, listening to the radio in the background.  The song ‘You Were Meant for Me’ was playing and she sighed.

“Sometimes I think that maybe this is just a dream, and I’m going to wake up soon.  You’ll be gone, and I’ll be back at home babysitting for Daniel.”

“It isn’t a dream.  You’re here, and I’m here, and that’s all that matters.”

“I know.  I keep telling myself that.  You have to understand that I’ve wanted a boyfriend for awhile.  Then you came along, the last person on earth that I expected to like me.”

“Why’s that?”

“Look at you, and then look at me.  There’s a big difference.”

“The only difference between us is the fact that my father owns a farm and your mother works at a store.

“You’re gorgeous too,” she added.  He pulled away slightly and framed her face in his hands.

“You don’t think you’re gorgeous?” he demanded.  She shook her head.

“Not really.” He leaned down and kissed her.  She put her hands on his waist and moved a little closer.  Rob pulled away a few moments later.

“You’re absolutely beautiful.  Don’t ever doubt that ok?” She nodded and put her head on his shoulder.

“Ok.” He smiled and held her tightly.

“Do you believe me?”

“About what?”

“That you’re gorgeous.”

“I suppose I could believe you,” she said with a soft smile.  Rob grinned, rubbing her back with a gentle hand.

“You are.  You’re prettier than Kelly ever thought of being.”

“Kelly is gorgeous,” she said.  He shook his head, resting his chin on top of her head.

“Not as pretty as you are.  She has a pretty face, but nothing else is working for her.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you have a pretty face, a pretty… everything.” Ruth was glad she had her face against his chest, because she turned beat red.  The song ‘The Luckiest’ by Ben Folds Five was on the radio now, and Rob began to sway to the music.  Ruth smiled.

“What else is wrong with Kelly and not with me?” she asked.  He laughed and pulled away a little.

“You’re my girlfriend.  You’re great.  You don’t care what anyone thinks about us.”

“Of course I do.  Why do you think I was so upset about what she said?”

“That’s not what I mean.  You don’t care that everyone knows we’re together, or that some people think I’m using you.”

“Are you?” she asked.  He smiled again, but this time his eyes were dark.

“If I was, I would have gotten what I wanted already.  And I wouldn’t be driving you around,” he assured her.

“I was just kidding Rob,” she said as he pulled away.  He shook his head.

“Never mind.  We should probably just go to bed.  We have an early morning tomorrow.”

“Please don’t go away angry.  I was just fooling around.”

“You already said that.”

“I know, but you didn’t believe it.” He sighed and bowed his head a little.

“Let’s not talk about this now, ok?” he suggested.  She shook her head and touched his shoulder.

“This isn’t fair.  You know that I would never say anything like that seriously.  I know that you’re not like that.” The song ‘Running on Faith’ by Eric Clapton was playing now.  She put her arms around his waist.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to upset you,” she whispered, putting her head against his shoulder.  He turned slowly and pulled her into his chest.  He began swaying again, one arm around her waist.  His other hand rested on her butt.  Ruth closed her eyes, putting her arms around his waist.  “I really was just kidding,” she said suddenly.  He nodded, closing his eyes.

“I know.” She smiled, pulling away a little and looking up at him.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her eyes searching his.  He shook his head.

“Don’t be sorry.  I just didn’t want you thinking that I was using you.  I’d never…”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?” she muttered.  He smiled and leaned down to kiss her.  She sighed softly, sliding her hands up his back to his neck.  Rob pulled away after a minute and looked at her.

“You’re wonderful Ruth Burke.”

“Thank you.  Are you sure that Kelly isn’t…” He cut her off.

“Just drop that.  I don’t want you to think about Kelly or any of the stupid things she has to say anymore.”

“OK.”

Ruth sat awake a long time that night, thinking about everything that had happened.  She wanted, more than anything, to believe Rob.  She also didn’t want him to suffer because she wanted to be his girlfriend.  At around two the next morning, she made her decision.

Rob looked at her in awe and shook his head.

“You’re not really serious are you?” he asked.  She nodded, taking a deep breath.

“I’m serious.  I just don’t think this is a good idea anymore,” she muttered.

“You’re going to break up with me over what Kelly said to you?” he demanded.

“It isn’t just Kelly,” she said.

“Don’t stand here and lie to me, because I don’t believe a word of this.”

“I’m not lying.  I just think it’s for the best,” she murmured, starting to walk past him.  They were in the loft and it was early in the afternoon.  Rob grabbed her elbow and brought her against his chest.

“You don’t really want to do this, I know you don’t,” he said softly.  Ruth felt tears fill her eyes, but forced herself to keep lying.

“I want you to let me go, OK?  That’s what I want.  Let go and move on,” she whispered.

“I’m not letting you go.  I l…” She cut him off angrily, tears falling down her cheeks.

“Just let go!  Please,” she whispered.  He looked at her for a moment, then let her go.  When she was gone he let his hand collide with the wall.

“Damnit,” he muttered.

Ruth saddled Jazz and led him to the arena.  It was cold out even though the sun was shining.

“It’s going to be a long, cold winter Jazz,” she said to the horse, letting her stirrups down.  He tossed his head and stood while she mounted up.  Rob walked in and looked at her for a minute.

“Is this a lesson or not?” he asked.  She swallowed hard and shrugged.

“Whatever you want,” she said.  He looked away thinking you, but not saying it.

“Let’s make it a lesson.  If you’re going to the Royal you’ll need some more jumping practice with higher jumps,” he said.

“Ok, but I can’t go to the Royal.”

“We’ll figure out something,” he assured her, watching as she warmed up.  “Start at a sitting trot,” he instructed.  She sat to the trot easily, smiling at Jazz’s head tossing.

“Knock it off Jazz,” she ordered.  He stopped almost instantly.

“Post!” Rob called.  She glanced down at her leads and began to post.  He nodded, watching as she went around several times.  ”Cut through the center and change to a sitting trot.” She did that too, making it look simple.  She repeated the sitting trot, posting trot, and then pulled up.  “I’ll set up a jump or two.”

“How high?” she asked.

“Three feet or so.  Only a little bit higher than they were at the show.” She nodded, watching as he went to the poles and bent over to set them up.

“You’re being a good boy Jazz,” she whispered.

“OK, go ahead,” he said.  She began to canter and took the jump easily.  Rob nodded and watched as she did it several more times.  “Take it the other way!” he called.  She gave Jazz a break and after several times walking she changed directions and started the other way.  Suddenly Jazz refused, sending her flying into the jump.  Rob jogged to her side.  She was laying perfectly still, her eyes closed.

“Ruth?” he asked.

“Give me a minute, I’m fine,” she assured him.

“You’re sure?  You can feel everything?” he demanded.  She nodded, opening her eyes.

“Yes.  So you can remove your hand from my thigh.  Is Jazz ok?” He nodded and took his hand off her leg.

“He’s fine.  Are you going to be able to finish this lesson?”

“Yeah.  It just knocked the wind out of me, that’s all.  Give me a hand up, will ya?” He nodded and took her hand, pulling her to her feet.

“You’re sure you’re…” She cut him off by shaking her head.

“Don’t start.  I’m fine, let’s do it again.  He can’t get away with crap like that.” Rob held Jazz as she swung into the saddle, noticing her grimace, but not saying anything.  Ruth urged him over the jump three more times, then cooled down.  “You can start to feed, I’ll make sure he’s ok,” she said, dismounting and running her stirrups up.  He nodded and walked out of the arena.  He stood in the shadows for a moment and listened.  “Oh Jazz,” she whispered.  He heard her begin to cry and frowned, starting to go back into the arena.  He stopped abruptly and shook his head.

“Just go feed,” he told himself.  He turned and continued toward the feed room.

Ruth took a shower that night, looking at her bruised ribs carefully.  She frowned and shook her head, touching her side gently.  She flinched away from her own hand.

“Damnit,” she muttered, turning the water off and stepping out.  She pulled her robe on and wrapped her head in a towel.  She walked out of the bathroom, only to run smack into Rob.  He grabbed her shoulders.

“You ok?” he asked.  She nodded, not looking at him.

“I’m fine,” she assured him.  He nodded and released her, watching as she limped away.  He sighed, shaking his head.  Once she was in the guest room, he followed and knocked on the door.  “Hold on a second!” she called.  He waited for a moment.

“Can I come in yet?” he asked.  The door opened and Ruth let him in.

“Yeah.  What’s wrong?” she asked.  He looked at her seriously.  She was wearing a long white T-shirt that said ‘Aren’t I Adorable?’ on it.  She glanced down at herself in embarrassment.

“I came to see if you were ok from earlier today.  That was a pretty nasty fall.”

“I’m fine.  Jazz went over it after, so let’s just leave it at that.”

“I heard you crying after I left the arena, and I saw you limping just now,” he said.

“I was crying because I felt stupid, and I was limping because I’m sore.  You can’t tell me that you’re perfectly fine when you fall off,” she muttered.  He put his hands on her waist and she pulled away saying, “Don’t.”

“Why not?”

“We’re not going out anymore, that’s why.” He shook his head.

“I don’t think so.  I think you’re hurt worse than you’re letting on,” he said.  “Ruth it’s ok to admit that you’re hurt.  I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide anything from me.”

“I’m not hiding anything from you,” she muttered, turning away from him.

“What if your ribs are broken?”

“What if they are?  It’s not a big deal, they’ll get better.”

“How bad is it?” he asked softly.  She shook her head, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying.

“It’s…”

“Don’t lie to me Ruth, please?  I just want to help.” She took a deep breath and dissolved into tears.  He sighed and removed his hands from her waist, putting them on her shoulders and sitting her down.  “Let me look at your side,” he said.  She looked at him for a moment before nodding.  She pulled up her shirt slowly and Rob gasped at what he saw.  “Ruth,” he muttered.

“It doesn’t hurt as bad as it looks,” she promised.  He looked at her with concerned eyes.

“I should take you to the hospital,” he said, starting to stand.  She grabbed his hand.

“No, don’t.  All they’ll do is tape my side, and we can do that here,” she said.  He looked at her for another moment.

“I want you to promise me that if it starts to hurt more, you’ll tell me and let me take you to the doctor.”

“I promise.  Do you have any medical tape?” she asked.  He nodded and walked form the room and then came back and sat down beside her.

“Lay down so I can get the tape tight,” he ordered.  She did, grimacing as he began pulling the tape over her side.  When he was done, Rob helped her sit up.

“Thanks,” she muttered.  He nodded slowly and turned away from her.

“Sure,” he returned distantly.  Ruth sighed and stood up quickly.

“You can go now.  I’ll see you in the morning.” Rob nodded and walked from the room, closing his eyes as he heard the door close behind him.

Almost a month later Ruth walked down the aisle in the barn.