A Divine Choice

We hauled what we had into an empty compartment on the backseat of the truck. I thought maybe that was it with the chores, and was midway into clambering onto my seat, only to then see Dad heading away in the complete opposite direction.

I knew that direction. It was also a rare direction to take at that. Now farmers buying from farmers ain't exactly anything new, but Dad was usually the independent type, small-time, sure, but independent. He doesn't ask for help, unless he first exhausted all other options.

So when I saw him marching forward towards the large ranch on the hill, naturally, I couldn't help but wonder as to why he would be.

"What did we lose? I asked, quickly catching up to him with a few large paces. 

"Harvest was bad while you were gone, I had to sell some horses," He said, plain and simple. "I am going to get them back now."