Shenanigans (Complete)

Holly's POV I hate driving into town. A bunch of gossipy women and men who think they are God's gift to creation. If they only knew how petty they looked, I wondered if anyone would notice how stupid they were. Wait let me back up, name is Holly Davis. I am 28 years old, my father a native man, and my mom the mayor's daughter. Yep scandal is what started my life. I have lived in the town of Saint John's Arizona all my life. My dad is the drunk everyone knows. My mom is the woman who ran out of town to leave her kid with her husband in shame and regret. Growing up here sucked ass. I was made fun of and bullied all through school, I ran off for a while and got to work with some of the best horse trainers in Europe before I was called back to help keep my dad from burning down the house. I brought all the knowledge I had learned with me. I have a small horse training facility about 30 minutes from town on the land that my Grams left me. My escape from this god-awful place. Rollback people's thought processes to the 1950s and you have the town. Let me keep moving forward, I could b***h about this place for eternity. I have a reputation here for being very hot-tempered. Which is true. I run right at trouble headfirst and normally without any thought. I have been in my share of fistfights and hell even shot one guy in the leg. I am on a first-name basis with the local sheriff and the tribal police. I should mention my dad is now stuck on the Reservation due to his alcohol consumption problems. So there are times I have to go out and sort things for him. Either way, I am headed to town for feed for the horses. "Hey Clint," I nod walking up to the counter at the feed store. "Holly. Good to see you," Clint responds, as he pulls out a pad of paper. "What are you needing today?" "A pallet of alfalfa pellets, a full ton of grass hay, and 6 bags of bran." I glance around at the shelves behind me. "Did you get that mineral oil in?" "Yes, I can grab it from the back." He nods. "Anything else?" "No, can you have the hay and pallet delivered? I need to check on the work truck." I glance around. "Sure thing, will be a day or two if that is ok?" "Yep, it is fine." I pay my tab. "I will have new muscle coming in, Ben the parole guy has some roughneck sort coming to work here." Clint looks a little worried. "Awesome," I groan. "Nothing like adding more crazy to this town fire." I grab my card back with a fake smile. "When we moved here you were the only one to warn us." Clint smiled warmly. "We thank you for it. Let me go grab that mineral oil." He trots back to get it. I look around, one last time. I take the mineral oil when he places it on the counter. Both of us hear the diesel truck that comes up. Glancing out the window I groan louder. My long-lived pain in the ass. Kevin. I went through high school when he moved in. The biggest wannabe bully in town. Shifting the oil in my arms I holler "Bye Clint!" I go through the doors to see Kevin walking through the feed store's loading dock. Lazyass, I shake my head. I drive to the repair shop to check with Dave the old owner about how soon my work truck will be back on the road. He tells me perhaps another day or two. I shake my head and remind him of the rodeo this weekend. "It will be ready" he swears to lift his hands. I just shake my head and get back in my small truck. I stop at the grocery store to grab my supplies and load up. Getting out of town with no stupid is a gift for me. Most times it is Kevin and I going toe to toe or one of his lackeys. I guess they never left high school fully. Loading my groceries, I hear a heavy motorcycle engine. The kind that comes with bad news. Looking around, I find the Harly coming into town, The man's helmet small and his dark glasses hiding some of his faces. He has a deep tan, with tattoos running his arms and up to his neck. He slows up and parks next to me at the store. Removing his helmet, I see long dark hair, instantly I can recognize another half-breed like me. I am almost stupid giddy for a second and then realize my lack of control. Mentally I slap myself. He is at least 6 foot 5 and the rugged look of his face tells me he lived rough. It curls my toes. Wait what the hell am I thinking. I shake my head and jump in my truck. Firing up the engine, I look behind me to back out. As I back out Kevin goes roaring past me to squeal his tires, smoke coming to life as he back up blocking my truck's way out. "What the f**k!" Leaping out of my truck. The man on the motorcycle was forgotten. I storm toward Kevin as he saunters out of his truck. "Oh did I do that," He snickers? "I guess you will have to wait until I get out." As he walks to the store. "Asshole!" I roar at him. Not about to wait for his dumb butt to come back out. I walk to his truck, yank open the door and kick it into neutral. Putting my back into it I get it rolling so I race back to my truck and peel off. I know damn well, he wanted to start another fight. I never figured out why he was always on my case. Nor did I care. All I wanted was my little spot and my horses. Horses were the one thing in my life I could hold on to. The constant that made my life bearable. They kept me sane in this insane world. I flew out of town without even a glance back. ******* Greetings Readers! This is a little offshoot story that popped into my brain and I couldn't get it out. So here it is on paper for all to read. Mind you I have no notes on this other than what's rolling around in my brain. I hope you enjoy it! Much Thanks and Hugs! M. Merrill *******