Indiana Wild (Spirit Pass Book 1)

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Author: S. E. Smith
They would rather be going to town on their time off to spend it with the ladies,” Jake said with a grin.
    “ Oh. Well, my luck then,” Indy said. “Which way to the cabin and when should I report for duty?”
    “ Cabin is down that trail about a quarter mile. The rivers not very big but has been known to flood a time or two. The cabin is up high enough so it usually just gets water to the steps. The boss wanted to give you a couple days’ time off since you ain’t had none so you could work on it. He had two of the men deliver some materials down there yesterday figuring you might prefer it to the barn. Jacob is supposed to be in with the horses in about three days. That’s when we’ll need you.”
    Indy nodded. So , she had three days to get the cabin fixed up which shouldn’t be a problem as long as it wasn’t too bad. She wondered if it had a tub or a shower. She really didn’t care as long as it had a real toilet. She thanked Jake for his help and told him she would be back up to the barn at sunrise three days from now. Mounting Midnight again, she turned the horses toward the narrow road Jake had pointed to and rode off.
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    By the middle of the first day Indy was thinking Jake needed to clarify what ‘some work’ meant. She had spent the better part of the first night just cleaning out all the local inhabitants who had moved in, which included a family of raccoons and mice, in addition to all the ugly bugs. Chester had even found the remains of a rattlesnake that hadn’t survived the frigid temperatures of winter. Indy was just glad it was dead. She ended up tossing what was left of the mattress outside and built a bonfire with it to help light up the night so she could see. After setting up her sleeping bag in the finally clean cabin, she fell into an exhausted sleep. The next morning she took a survey of what needed to be done. First, there was no tub, no shower, no toilet because there was no bathroom or indoor plumbing! She had screamed out her frustration for a good ten minutes. The cabin consisted of one room. The kitchen consisted of a long shelf with what looked like a wash tub and a hand pump along with more shelves above it and an old wood burning stove. The dining room consisted of two rickety chairs around a small rough wood table set in the middle of the room. The bedroom consisted of an old wash stand, a charming chamber pot, and a rope bed that looked more like a medieval torture chamber rack along the far wall.
    Indy finished cleaning the sparse area inside until it shone before she moved to look at the outside. The roof needed repair in several places. As she moved around to the back she noticed an outhouse that was leaning slightly. Moving over to it, she carefully opened the door and peeked inside. A wooden seat with a hole cut out of the center greeted her. She closed the door and pushed gently on the small structure. It didn’t move at all. It must have settled into the ground after one of the floods. Well, at least she had a toilet of sorts instead of a pot to piss in. Beside the house was a small enclosed area with some of the fencing missing and an old double stall lean-to. Midnight looked up as Indy walked around the structure testing it for weaknesses. He whinnied softly when she shook her head in dismay. It needed a new roof as well but seemed to be sound otherwise.
    “ I know, boy. Not like home, is it? Guess we’ll just have to make a new home for you. Custom built by Indiana Wild,” she said patting his head as he leaned over her shoulder.
    “ Well, daylight is wasting. Guess I’d better get busy,” Indy said moving toward the little cabin.
    The weather had become unexpectedly warm for an April day and Indy knew it was only going to get warmer as she worked. Changing out of her jeans into a pair of low-cut tan shorts and pulling on a sports bra and a button up shirt , she finished her work clothes out by sliding her feet into a pair of tennis shoes. They had a
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