said, patting the girl’s hand and squeezing it reassuringly.
The trip from the east had started well enough, with Miranda and Gracie taking a train first, one that had reclining seats, a snack bar, wifi, and more. Eventually, the train took them as far as they could go, and the bus trip leg of the journey began. The buses were cramped and smelly but even worse, they stopped in every single town between Chicago and Texas.
Now, her new home in Hale, Texas, awaited her, along with any number of new experiences. Miranda had found the email response one day, not knowing Gracie had signed her up for an Internet dating site. Gracie had even reached out to a number of prospects who the younger girl had romantically thought were promising, pretending to be Miranda. After she got over her anger at being tricked, and got over her fear that her ex would find out and lash out at her, she began to read the responses, first for the laugh but later, for the escape. It’s not like she ever in a million years thought about actually contacting one of these lonely cowboys, but it was pleasant to let herself daydream for a few stolen minutes.
After Gracie had to come live with her, the trouble began. Her asshole ex-boyfriend, Mike, was jealous the instant she showed up, complaining every time Miranda did something for the poor, now-orphaned girl. Even taking off work to go register her for school had pissed him off so much, he’d shoved her to the floor, stopping just short of actually hitting her this time because Gracie was now standing there, witnessing it all.
That’s what he really resented, Miranda thought sadly, remembering how horrible the last two years of her life had been. He hated having a witness around stopping him from taking everything out on me.
That’s when the idea of answering one of these emails first came to mind. She had to do something to get away, but had no idea of how. Mike controlled everything, her bank account, her car, even her cell phone, and he liked it that way. It was how he could make sure she stuck around. But the night she woke up to Gracie protesting, her cries coming through the wall from where she slept on the couch as Mike... she wouldn’t think about that right now.
“Do you know how much longer it will be?” Gracie asked in her soft spoken voice, peering out the windows as though the answer was posted somewhere on the landscape.
“Not with any real certainty, but the driver woke me up because the next stop is ours. It wouldn’t be too much longer, I think.” She smiled reassuringly at her sister, hopeful that her own confidence would influence Gracie, who had not wholly embraced the idea of living out West. She had only agreed to take part in this under the agreement that if it wasn’t to her liking, they would split, heading to who knows where, but that they would do it together. Miranda had begged her to give it half a year at least before deciding whether or not she could live on the ranch, and even that took calling upon every ounce of loyalty Gracie felt for her big sister.
“Is it true that we’ll get to eat our meals outside, sitting on the ground beside a fire?” Gracie asked, her fears now replaced by the rumors she’d heard or stories she’d read in books back home.
“I don’t see why that would be true. This is the 21 st century, you know. But even if it is, I’m sure it’s only for special occasions or when there’s some kind of cowboy thing going on. Wouldn’t that be an adventure?” she asked with an excited twinkle in her eye. Miranda did her best to be a source of comfort to the girl, one who had never ventured outside the city and had already been through so much. She could only imagine what fears were coursing