Owen slaps his hand on his leg, “C’mon, Trent! It’s not like it’s some sort of magician, it can’t just disappear into thin air.”
“Right?” I say looking at the ground to keep from losing my composure. I want to laugh so badly, but it would destroy what we’re doing. “I don’t know man. But I feel your anger about the situation because it’s been about four months of this shit going down on our farm. How much longer will the ranch hands stay if everything is either stolen or destroyed?”
“Like the barn,” he says, pushing his hat back and placing his hands on his hips. “I’m glad that no one got hurt and that all the animals are okay. If one of them would have been hurt, especially a ranch hand, there’d be a lawsuit up our ass as well.”
“Yep,” I shake my head and look at Owen.
Owen looks around the barn and a little more loudly says, “I think that it’s best if we stay up and keep a closer eye on the horses tonight.”
I nod my head and stare at the ground again. “I think you’re absolutely right. No telling what’ll show up anymore. But the horses are necessary to our livelihood.”
“For that matter, so was everything else that was stolen, taken, or destroyed,” Owen says and leaves the barn.
I turn to leave and catch a glimpse of Elizabeth.
As I walk from the barn, I could’ve sworn I saw the hint of a smile cross her face.