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Author's notes: Jared left home when he told his father that he doesn’t want to be a lawyer any more. That…and he way Gay.
Jared left home when he told his father that he doesn’t want to be a lawyer any more. That…and he way Gay. Surprisingly he felt as though the lawyer thing shocked and outraged his Dad a whole heap more.
He met Jensen in the market square…well over heard Jensen’s loud Uncle Henry selling some farm products to one of the stores and asked him if he needed an extra hand around the ranch. “Oh come on Mary Sue, you and I BOTH know those are the freshest tomatoes for miles. Just feel how firm they are!”
Jensen thought he was about to die of embarrassment, hiding behind his Uncle’s shorter frame. Well that just didn’t work now did it? “Excuse me…I’m guessing you guys are from the local ranch?” Jensen turned around in surprise and yep…he was sure of it, he DID die of embarrassment and he must of gone to heaven because a corny as it was, there was a man so gorgeous standing in front of him he MUST be a wingless angel.
“Sure are, and we produce the best, biggest and freshest everything!” Uncle Henry practically bellowed proudly, “What can I do you for? Tomatoes? Patatoes? We got fresh creamy cheese and milk in the van.”
“Got any jobs in the van?” Jared laughed, he liked the man already, “ I’m not gonna give you my sob story, but I could really use anything you got going? I’m a hard worker and don’t mind the long hours.”
Jensen’s Uncle didn’t really need an extra hand but could see by the kid’s worn and tired eyes the kid needed it and made him a deal.
“I don’t have that much to spare, kid. It would be bad pay. But I can offer you a place to stay and you could earn your keep.”
“I don’t care about the money.” Jared replied abruptly, “I just want to work on a ranch, have a roof over my head and not be starving to death. So honestly, that sounds perfect!”
“It’s a deal then. I’m Henry and this here’s Jensen” Henry offered his hand and Jared shook it, “I’m Jared. Pleased to meet you Henry”
He then held out his hand for Jensen to shake. Somehow the man had gone from behind Henry on Jared’s side, to behind Henry on the other side. The man seemed very shy and eyed Jared’s hand before gently squeezing it but not really shaking. ‘Soft hands’ Jared was surprised that a farmer’s hands could be that soft.
His grandpa’s hands were always rough when he’d hoisted Jared up onto his lap or raised him up onto his favorite horse Toby as a small boy. He would often tell his grandpa “Ouch, Grandpa! Your hands feel like splinters!” And his grandpa would laugh, knowing it didn’t really hurt the kid that much, and tell him it was because he worked on a farm and you needed rough hands.
“Alright then, we’re almost done here with Mary Sue. Jensen, take Jared here to the truck and help him with his stuff. Jensen noticed for the first time that the boy had a pack bag and duffel and even though he wasn’t struggling, Jensen took the duffel and Jared smiled, “thanks” he said simply. Jensen nodded. He tried to say ‘you’re welcome’ and smile back, but his mouth was dry and he couldn’t really talk.