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me.”
                  Chip grabs my bags from the back, but before I can hop out of the Jeep another man with dark hair appears, opening the door and offering his hand.
    “This is Jace—“
    “Jace Michaels,” he interrupts. His eyes scan me quickly and he winks before letting go of my hand. As close as he stands, I can smell his cologne— acqua de gio . It seems strange to find anything Armani on a cowboy, but maybe some things do change.
                  Chip drapes a possessive arm around my shoulders, and after less than a day back in Texas, I feel more desirable than all of my time in Miami.
    “Let’s go meet everyone else.”
                  I shake hands with two other cowboys, the landscaper, horse caretaker, housekeeper, and the part time repairman who does odd jobs. Each of them is gracious, offering condolences, but once the sun sets, a bonfire is built, beers are opened, and it feels peaceful. One of the cowboys nags Chip until he digs a guitar from the Jeep and picks the strings quietly. It’s my favorite Bob Dylan song, and I sing low with a twang I’d almost forgotten ever having:
    “Ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe,
    If’n you don’t know by now.
    And it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe,
    It’ll never do somehow.
    When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
    Look out your window and I’ll be gone
    You’re the reason I’m a-travelin’ on
    But don’t think twice, it’s all right.”
                  Being here at my childhood home, sitting close to Chip under the stars, singing that song is too much. My eyes sting with tears, and I say a quick goodnight before retreating back to the house. Nothing makes you feel more alone than going back to your first bedroom, in your first home, and being the only person still alive in that house. The walls are steeped in memories of sleepovers, my mother styling my hair for society events, Chip scaling the lattice to sneak in and see me, slamming the door during fights with my father, packing my bags and leaving it all behind.
                  The floral quilt still smells like the fabric softener my mom used, and the house seems small yet too vast and empty at the same time, so I sneak out to the barn. Once I find Penny’s stall, I slip inside, but she still wakes up. She doesn’t spook, like some horses would, but nuzzles me.
    “Hey, pretty girl. Mind if I crash here?” I was never allowed to sleep in the barn growing up, but it’s by far the coziest place on the ranch. She whinnies, and I take that as a yes, bunking on the stack of hay to the back under a saddle blanket. The smell of hay and horse relax me, until I pass out, exhausted.

 
    Wild Rides
                  Chip finds me the next morning, before it’s light out.
    “You slept out here?”
    “Yeah. The big house is too big. And quiet.”
                  He nods, not prodding.
    “I was just going for a ride. You want to give Miss Penny some exercise?”
    “Do we have time before the executor?”
    “He won’t be ‘round ‘til the afternoon.”
    “Let’s go.”
                  Penny stamps impatiently as I saddle her, and I can’t help but laugh. She’s got as much spirit as ever, and when we begin to gait, she is still as natural as part of my body. I whoop, and she speeds up, flying over the brown earth as we chase the dawn.
                  Chip is a better rider than me, but he hangs behind, taking a bit to catch us when we stop for water.
    “Can’t keep up?” I tease.
    “I just like the view from back there,” he laughs, stepping forward.
                  Before I can think he pulls me to him, grasping my ass with one hand, holding my head with the other. His kiss is urgent, like a thirsty man finally having a drink, and I go limp, mirroring his movements. I haven’t showered in over a day, haven’t brushed my teeth, but none of it