Chapter 6

• I roll my eyes. “Why are you so fucking dramatic?”
• “This is dramatic,” Tristan snaps. “Can’t you just get a fucking girlfriend like a normal person?”
• “Don’t tell Mom and Dad,” I add.
• “What?” Tristan snaps. “How the fuck do you think they won’t notice you missing for a year?”
• “I’m going to tell them that I’m doing a course in France. I’ll call them all the time, and I’ll go back to Paris from Spain to meet them for a few days if they decide to visit.”
• “Spain?”
• “I’m starting in Spain.”
• “Why Spain?”
• “I don’t know.” I shrug. “I like paella, I guess.”
• “Oh, fuck me dead.” Jameson pinches the bridge of his nose. “You don’t go backpacking for fucking paella, Christopher. There’s a kick-ass Spanish restaurant here in London somewhere, I’m sure of it.”
• “I’ll call you all every day if you want?” I put my hands onto my hips. “But I am going. You can’t stop me.”
• They stay silent.
• “And I’ll let you know wherever I’m going in case shit goes south,” I add.
• “You’re taking a guard,” Jameson snaps.
• “I am not taking a fucking security guard.”
• “Why not?”
• “Because it defeats the purpose.”
• “Is the purpose to get yourself killed?” Elliot gasps.
• “Look.” I try to calm him. I know that he’s the one who will have the hardest time with this. “It’s fine. This week you can help me, and we’ll get ready so that I’m prepared for everything.”
• He stares at me, and I can almost hear his brain misfiring as it freaks out.
• “When do you leave?” Jameson asks.
• “Next Saturday.”
• “That soon?”
• They all fall silent as they process.
• “Well . . .” Tristan slaps me on the back. “It was nice knowing you, brother.”
• Finger Lakes district, Orange County
• Harrington Angus Cattle Station
• HAYDEN
• I drive the tractor over the paddock. The large wheels bump as I go over the creek between the two paddocks and back toward the house.
• I smile into the late-afternoon sun and reach over to pat Nev’s head. He’s one of our trusty cattle dogs and my personal favorite. He sits proudly up on the ledge beside me as we do a final round of the farm.
• As usual, the day has been crazy. Three heifers are in calf, and we’ve all been running in circles. As the only child of a farming family, I work hard, helping to run things around here, and there’s a lot to run. We have a three-thousand-acre farm with over five hundred Angus cattle. Thankfully we have staff, but the workload seems to never slow down.
• I turn the corner toward the house to see my mom waving me over. I pull the tractor alongside her. “Hey.”
• She taps her watch. “What are you doing?”
• I frown. “What do you mean?”
• “We have so much to do. Remember we’re going shopping?”
• I exhale as I jump down from the tractor. “Mom . . .”
• “Seriously, Hayden, you leave in two days. Stop worrying about the damn farm.”
• “You know, I’ve been thinking. I don’t really need to go anymore.”
• “Hayden.” She grabs my shoulders and turns me toward the house. “You booked this trip two years ago.” She gives me a gentle push. “You are going.”
• “Yeah, but I was newly brokenhearted when I booked it. I’m not now. I’m going to call the travel agent and try and get my money back. The timing’s not right now.”
• “You’re just nervous,” she says. “Stop talking yourself out of it.”
• I’ve been sick to the stomach for days. Traveling to the other side of the world alone when I’ve hardly left the house in two years seems utterly ridiculous.
• Nervous doesn’t come close.
• I’m terrified.
• “I don’t want to leave you and Dad in the lurch. I’m needed here. What if something happens when I’m gone?”
• “Honey.” Mom smiles up at me. “What Dad and I need is for you to be happy.”
• “I am happy.”
• “Driving tractors? Birthing cows?” Her eyes search mine. “Most of your friends have left town and got married.”
• “So? I don’t care.”
• “You don’t even go out anymore.”
• I get a lump in my throat because I know she’s right.
• It doesn’t make it any easier.
• “Hayden.” She smiles. “There are exciting things just waiting for you out there.”
• I nod.
• “And you are going to be brave and go out into the big wide world and make new friends and laugh and live and not worry about damn cows.”
• My eyes well with tears, and I shrug. “I’m just . . .”
• “I know, baby, you’re scared.” She gives me a soft smile. “But I’m more scared for you if you stay here through your youth without knowing what’s out there.” She pulls me into a hug. “This farm will always be here waiting for you, Hayden. But . . . he’s waiting for you too.”
• “Who is?” I frown.
• “Your sweetheart. He’s out there somewhere. I just know it.”
• I roll my eyes. “Mom, I’m not going to meet the love of my life in a backpackers’ hostel, I can assure you that.”
• “You never know. There’s lots of good wholesome farm boys out there.”
• “I guess.” I smirk. “We do need a vet.”
• “That’s the spirit.” She links her arm through mine, and we begin to walk to the house. “Or a diesel mechanic would come in handy. Those damn tractors are high maintenance.”
• I giggle. “True.”
• “A fencer would be great,” she adds.