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Taylor sighed, giving up.
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the ride back to the homstead was nice. the cool night hair chilling and caleb realised taylors shirt and everything was wet so he took off his own dry shirt and handed it to her "here, cant have you getting sick now can we?"
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Taylor smiled, quickly changing. "Thanks,"
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when they got back to the barn caleb ushered taylor inside so she wouldnt get sick then tended to the horses putting them in their stalls, feeding and rugging them
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Taylor smiled, saying goodnight and waving before going to her room and getting ready for bed. She wore Caleb's shirt to bed, curled up in his scent.
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caleb got to bed late. and he was up early. he had to get the cows in, he tacked up whiskey he went bridless today.
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Taylor woke late, peeking out her window to see Caleb in the ring with Whiskey, she smiled, going out to watch him. "Goodmorning, cowboy," she smiled.
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caleb and whiskey were locked in but caleb looked over at taylor "princess" he said with a nod
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Taylor smiled and blushed, watching them.
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caleb turned back to the cows whiskey taking sharp turns and getting down low.
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