“I’ll save you a trip.” He grabbed a bale in each hand and walked beside her back to the barn she had come from. Actually, I could use about four of them but will have to come back to get the others.” She gestured to the small cart.īrian set four bales on the edge of the trailer then jumped down and loaded two on her cart. He pulled off his leather glove and shook her hand. When she got the cart beside the trailer, she held out her hand. She was Sam’s daughter.īrian went back to work. She had a body that mannequins were molded from, brunette hair that was usually in a ponytail, and almost always had an expression of being content with her life. He had noticed her numerous times before. Since arriving at Whispering Oaks he hadn’t done anything to attract attention, but it never hurt to be aware of who might be paying attention to him.Ī woman who he guessed was close to his age of thirty-seven, pulled a cart towards him from one of the twenty identical barns that housed some of the two hundred horses that lived on the farm. Wiping sweat from his forehead and he glanced around. Just after lunch, it had become hot and he paused from unloading bales of hay from a trailer into the hay barn. The owner, Sam Braun, was a renowned trainer, and he and the managers under him treated Brian respectfully. As jobs went it was no worse than the many other laborer positions he held over the last twenty years.
He got ready to go to work as a farmhand on the thoroughbred farm, Whispering Oaks, outside of Louisville, Kentucky where he had been employed for two weeks. As much as he wished to never dream it again, he didn’t deserve to forget. They were still so vivid they could have happened yesterday, not twenty years earlier.Īfter silencing the alarm, he sat on the edge of the bed holding his head in his hands, wondering if that nightmare would always haunt him. A shake of his head did not fling the images into nothingness. It had been a couple of months since he had that reoccurring nightmare.
She attempted to yell from beneath her gag.īrian was shoved into another chair beside her with a pistol pointed at them.īrian sat up in bed crying out while waving his hands in front of him to defend himself from the attackers. She was in the living room, duct-taped to a chair and gagged, her eyes wide. “Easy now,” the holder of the pistol said.Īnother man pointed a pistol at his mother. The barrel of a pistol poked him in the back of his head. Brian Thomas unlocked the door and walked into the apartment he shared with his mother.
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