Mighty Mini

As Stacy and Ashlee enter the dining hall, Jeff smiles. "Boy, I don't know, but I think I might be out-classed, taking you two ladies to town."

Standing up, he goes to the door and holds it open for them. "Our chariot awaits," he teases.

Once to the pickup, he lets Ashlee have the backseat and Stacy the front passenger.


Leaning on the open barn door, Eric watches as the pickup pulls away from the ranch.

"Hey."

He almost jumps and turns to see Luke. "Huh?"

Luke quirks an eyebrow. "Daydreaming?"

"Nah." Eric grins a little.

Luke follows where his gaze had been and sees the pickup disappearing out of sight. "Jealous?"

Eric blinks and straightens. "Why would I be jealous? What's there to be jealous about? If they want to go have a good time that's great. What's it matter to me?"

Luke's eyes widen slightly. "I meant... about them going to the steakhouse."

"Oh." Eric's face flushes slightly. "Yeah, just a little. But I'll take Becky's cooking any night."

Luke chuckles. "Me too. Off the subject, but you wanna come help me with those yearlings?"

"Yeah sure. I'll be right with you." Alone again, Eric's eyes go back to the driveway before he shakes his head and finally turns to follow after Luke.


"...and here we have The Mighty Mini." Jeff slows the pickup as they drive past a miniature golf course. He'd just taken them around town, showing them were the mall was, the movie theater, and the main grocery store. Nothing was huge, but the town was slowly growing into a city - obvious to anyone who had been here more than a few years.

Jeff chuckles. "The one person you don't want to play miniature golf against is Mick. I never have been able to beat him." It was very rare that anybody at the ranch had a break long enough to go have fun in town, but when they did, they lived it to the fullest.

"And... the steakhouse is about five minutes away." He glances in the rearview mirror at Ashlee. "I hope you're hungry. These are the best steaks around."