Deceit on the Prairie
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2010
Amber walked the wild country plain picking wild flowers. She placed each one inside her straw basket, and smiled a glimmer each time. She knew that the decorations would look good on the dinner table, and that it would make everyone's day to smell in the sweet blossom scent.
Amber walked and picked for what seemed like a lifetime of bliss, and she filled her basket to the brim. She daydreamed of smiles and good times as she did so, and soon she forgot about the hard labor a farm brought, and thought only of lightness and love.
A horses neigh broke her attention however, and Amber scanned her eyes to the gatehouse where she spied a dark black stallion with a lone rider on its back. Amber glared at the stranger, and then wandered to the gate in order to see who it was. She reached the fence-line in minutes, and as she did so she got a dagger stare from the stranger on horseback. Amber got a chill, and she had to drop her eyes for a sole second. She thought of the handsomeness of the fine face with the blue set eyes, and the smooth clear complexion, and for a moment she got a rose inside her gut where she chewed on a quick fantasy that fairy-tales were made of. When she next lifted up her eyes she spied the stranger's face had become tilted until it became shadowed by his wide-brimmed hat.
“I'm looking for a job;” he muttered in a low husky voice that made her skin blush and crawl.
“Well we don't have any jobs available;” rushed Amber as she felt a pulse of nervousness hit her throat.
Suddenly another horse showed up, and began to gallop fast for the gates. Amber sighed out her relief as she spied her father Andrew as he reached the gatehouse on his hazelnut steed . He glared heatedly at the stranger who stared on with quiet interest.