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       Chapter Four

      The following day, Joel finished planting the hay field well before 10:00 a.m. Next they tackled the chores around the barn. Finally, Joel roped Buckwheat and Sammie and tied them to the posts outside the barn.

      “What are we doing, Mr. Joel?” Wes asked.

      The screen door slammed and April and Cora appeared.

      “If you’re going to own a horse, you’re going to need to learn to groom him. Had your opa shown you how to do that?”

      “He did, but Todd might need to be shown again.”

      Joel heard a choked laugh. He didn’t look at April because he knew he’d laugh, too.

      “Then we’ll do that.”

      With a couple of buckets of soapy water, a wooden step stool he found in the barn and Buckwheat and Sammie tied up, Joel gave a sponge to each boy.

      “Is this just a boy party or can the girls help?”

      The boys glanced at Joel.

      “Of course. I know Cora’s going to need to learn this, too.” Joel motioned them forward. “Mom, you might want to keep Miss Cora toward the front of Sammie.”

      They began to wash both horses, with Joel adding commentary on what to do. He held Cora up so she could run the sudsy sponge over Sammie’s back. “Let’s rinse off Sammie and Buckwheat.”

      Wes picked up the hose and sprayed Buckwheat. When he handed the hose to his brother, Todd accidentally sprayed Joel in the face.

      “Oh.” Todd’s face went white.

      Everyone froze, unsure of Joel’s reaction. Even the horses stilled. Joel threw back his head and laughed. He snatched the hose and spritzed Todd. When April started to object, he aimed the water dead center at her chest. She looked down at the wet spot, lunged for the hose and got a face full of water. The water fight was on.

      Twenty minutes later everyone was soaked. Joel turned off the hose. He hadn’t had a water fight since he was in the fifth grade.

      Water fell off him in rivulets.

      April looked at him, then snorted, drawing the boys’ attention.

      Todd laughed first, followed by Wes, Cora, Joel and April.

      The horses shook, sending more water flying, bringing another round of laughs.

      April handed out towels, drying the kids before she wiped down Sammie. Joel took care of Buckwheat.

      The laughter died when a truck drove up and Beth Moore opened the driver’s door. She observed the dripping kids and adults. “A water fight?”

      “We wash horseys.” Cora pointed at Wes. “Brother sprayed Mr. Joel. Mr. Joel sprayed brother and Mama.” She giggled. “Me, too.”

      The truck’s passenger door opened and a man in his early fifties slid out. His right arm was in a sling and he sported a goose egg on the right side of his forehead.

      The children fell silent.

      “How are you feeling today, Albert?” April walked to the truck.

      “I’m doing fine, but Beth and I were worried how you’d get your fields planted.”

      Joel saw April blush as drops of water continued to drip off her shirt.

      “The boys hired Joel for this week. He’s with the rodeo, and he’s helping us plant the fields and taking care of some chores.”

      Beth surveyed the group. “I see,” she said, but laughter colored her words.

      “Joel gave the kids instructions on how to bathe their horses, but things got a little out of hand.” She shrugged. “And a little foolish.”

      Al remained quiet, but his gaze missed nothing.

      “Well, we were concerned and planned to call the church to get volunteers to come out and help you, but it looks like you have things under control,” Beth explained.

      Water continued to drip off Joel, drawing the couple’s attention. Joel tried to keep his smile casual to cover his awkwardness. Nothing like standing in the middle of the yard dripping wet and laughing to make folks think you were nuts.

      Beth leaned close and whispered to April. She drew back, her eyes wide.

      “You be sure to call the church secretary and tell her what you’re bringing for Sunday’s lunch on the ground.” Beth opened the driver’s door and slipped in.

      “I’ll do that.” April stepped toward Al. “How are you doing?”

      “He’s milking this for all it’s worth,” Beth answered before Al opened his mouth, “that’s how he’s doing.” She started the truck. “C’mon, old man. You need your nap.”

      April closed the passenger door for Al. “I wish that accident never happened. You be sure and let me know when you get the bill. I want to pay for it.”

      Al rested his hand on April’s. “I know you will, but God sees needs and sends miracles.”

      Frowning, April stepped back and watched the truck drive away.

      She turned to Joel. “Let’s finish with the horses, then I think we all need a change of clothes.”

      “Mr. Joel doesn’t have any dry clothes,” Wes pointed out.

      “Not to worry. Once y’all are dried, the wind should’ve taken care of me. ’Sides, I won’t melt.”

      The boys gave him a puzzled look. “Why would you melt?” Todd asked.

      “Your mom can explain it later.”

      After drying the horses, Joel walked them to the corral, while April took the children inside.

      Leaning against the fence, Joel thought of the water fight. It did his soul good to laugh and play. He hadn’t been that foolish since he was a teen. But he knew it helped April and her children

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