I had hit the gym earlier, but I didn't have anything else lined up for today. This was something I hadn't been anticipating. I felt a little restless, hoping this wouldn't last. But on the other hand, I felt like I should do something with my time off before I got started with football again or worse, had to go back overseas.
If things were different, it would have been obvious who I would be spending my free time with – but they weren't. I went back inside and drained my cup before washing it out. What was Don doing these days, I thought suddenly.
It had been a long time...had to be close to two years now. What was the use in being back if I couldn't catch up with the people I had left behind? I thought. Honestly, though, besides Ron, he was the person I was closest to who wasn't in my family. He didn't always have advice – not the good kind – but he always listened and sometimes that was all you needed.
I headed out half an hour later. Don lived on his parents' ranch on the edge of town, less than a half hour drive, but it seemed a lot further than it was but that was because properties were bigger. There was more space between neighbors. Fewer cars, narrower roads, fewer people. The seclusion would probably drive me crazy. It was pretty impressive though; almost six acres of rolling prairie. There was a drive before I got to his parents’ farmhouse where I parked. I finally saw him in one of the fields, not far from the house.
He had his shirt off. He was standing behind the tractor, which sounded like it was running. He was lugging these big bales of hay onto the cart attached to the back of the tractor, and it looked like hard work. I didn't know how heavy the average hay bale was, but last I checked, Don didn't go to the gym, and this was why. He didn't have to. He glanced my way, rubbing his arm across his forehead, then looked again.
"Roman?" He ripped his gloves off his hands. "Rome? Is that you?" he asked, as I came up to him.
"Don't let me stop you," I said.
"Are you kidding? Get the fuck over here," he said, grinning. He hugged me, slapping my back. His hair had been long the last time I saw him, but it was buzzed short now, shorter than mine, and I was the one who had been in the military.
"When the hell did you get back?"
"Last weekend. Watch out,” I said, as the tractor started moving.
"Why the hell did it take you so long to tell me you were back?"
"I was busy. Looks like you were, too."
"Shit," he said, watching the tractor pull away from us. "Whatever, he'll be back. How have you been?"
"Can't complain. I didn't know you were still working here."
"Yeah, it's-"
"Don! Donovan!"
The tractor had stopped. Stomping towards us was Mr. Crewe, Don's dad. Don was pretty intimidating to look at, tall and built, but his dad was like a weathered, angrier, older version of him. The physical labor on the ranch had kept him strong and in shape, and he was taller than Don's 6'4. In all the years Don and I had been friends, since high school, he was almost never not screaming.
"Don, what the fuck are you doing? You're back here so you can load the hay. How the fuck do you think it's gonna get to the barn?" he demanded.
"I got it, Dad," Don replied. "You started moving before I was done." I shut up and let them go at it, something I used to do often. It was like it was the only way they knew how to relate to each other. It was just t
he two of them, had been since Don was fifteen, and I had known him for a year at the time. Don's dad was yelling at him about wasting the gas the tractor ran on when he finally noticed they weren't alone. He frowned deep, lines pulling down the sides of his mouth.
"Who are you?" he asked, but then squinted. "Roman?"
"It's good to see you again, Mr. Crewe," I said. He straightened up, putting his hands on his hips.
"What are you doing here? Don told me you went overseas. Army, right?" he asked, awkwardly formal.
"Got back not too long ago. I just wanted to catch up with Don. See how he's doing."
"You two do that," he said tightly. "Don, ten minutes. You have work to do," he barked at his son before walking away.
"Fuck," I said.
"You get used to it. This is him on level one."
"I just forgot how intense he could be. Guess I chose a shitty time to drop by."
"Naw, it's not your fault. You've been gone all this time, anyway. Seeing the world and shit," he said, grinning.
"It wasn't a vacation, Don," I laughed.