Post by suzanne on Feb 23, 2009 3:30:49 GMT 10
So this is my new story!! It's kinda out of character and au!! Anyway here goes!! All comments are appriciated!! 
He drove the truck down the long driveway. He needed this job. It was his last effort to stay here and not go home to his mothers house. He was a grown man and the last thing he wanted to do was run home to mommy. It was a nice cape style home with a farmers porch. The gardens were breathtaking.
He parked the truck in front of the big barn. The small room attached had a sign reading ‘OFFICE’ that was hanging beside the door. As he knocked, the door opened with a creaking sound. No one was there. He peaked in the barn next but also had no luck. He climbed the steps to the porch and knocked on the front door. Again no response. There was no way he was going to leave without a job.
He walked around to the back of the house. He could see someone in the field. It was gated with a white fence. There were a couple of men leaning on the fence watching as the person in the field walked slowly toward the big black horse standing in the grass.
“Just plain crazy! That horse is a mean son of a gun.” The older one says.
“You don’t suppose we should go in and help do you?” The two men looked at each other.
“Nah!” They both said.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for Dr. Lockhart.”
“Do you see that horse?”
“Yes…Is Dr. Lockhart here?”
“No one has been able to get close to him. Dr Lockhart nearly got killed trying to bandage his leg.” The older man explains.
He watches on as the person slowly reaches down to the animals calf.
“I can’t believe it, he’s letting her do it.”
“It’s because she’s just as crazy as the horse.” They chuckle.
“I’m looking for a job. I saw the ad in the paper. Are you Lockhart?” He asks the younger man.
“No the names John, John Carter. This is my father Harold.”
“Luka Kovac.” They shake hands.
Chapter 1
He drove the truck down the long driveway. He needed this job. It was his last effort to stay here and not go home to his mothers house. He was a grown man and the last thing he wanted to do was run home to mommy. It was a nice cape style home with a farmers porch. The gardens were breathtaking.
He parked the truck in front of the big barn. The small room attached had a sign reading ‘OFFICE’ that was hanging beside the door. As he knocked, the door opened with a creaking sound. No one was there. He peaked in the barn next but also had no luck. He climbed the steps to the porch and knocked on the front door. Again no response. There was no way he was going to leave without a job.
He walked around to the back of the house. He could see someone in the field. It was gated with a white fence. There were a couple of men leaning on the fence watching as the person in the field walked slowly toward the big black horse standing in the grass.
“Just plain crazy! That horse is a mean son of a gun.” The older one says.
“You don’t suppose we should go in and help do you?” The two men looked at each other.
“Nah!” They both said.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for Dr. Lockhart.”
“Do you see that horse?”
“Yes…Is Dr. Lockhart here?”
“No one has been able to get close to him. Dr Lockhart nearly got killed trying to bandage his leg.” The older man explains.
He watches on as the person slowly reaches down to the animals calf.
“I can’t believe it, he’s letting her do it.”
“It’s because she’s just as crazy as the horse.” They chuckle.
“I’m looking for a job. I saw the ad in the paper. Are you Lockhart?” He asks the younger man.
“No the names John, John Carter. This is my father Harold.”
“Luka Kovac.” They shake hands.
