<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Haley_zps6332d928.jpg)</div>It was like a booming thunderhead crashing down in front of her.  Haley stared up into the sparkling orbs of the mounting storm and quickly cast her gaze down.  Her legs quivered slightly and she felt her palms moisten.  Normall she'd immediately turn and walk away from the workhands when they spoke, but the girl was of an age that she needn't be frightened of them.  Especially not them.  They were like family, at least that's what her father told her.  She plucked up her courage and meagerly replied,<strong>"I-I'm fine.. Roman.. Thank you."</strong>A hint of courage brushed itself off somewhere deep within the girl.  She felt emboldened for the first time in years.  Satisfied with her conduct, the blonde went to the last horse on the field, young Nicholas.<br/><br/>Nic wasn't like the other men.  He was only a little older than she and had a shyness about him that only came with his age around the older steeds.  He seemed to get along with Connor well, which made her happy.  Haley felt a silent bond with Nic and wanted to see him happy.  Being the two youngest members of the farm, she felt that they were some form of kindred spirits.  As she approached, the girl pulled that little ounce of courage that had so recently shown itself and licked her dry lips to speak.  She turned briefly to see where here dad was.  Michael may not appreciate his little girl cavorting with hiw workers, even if it was simple chatting.  Seeing him on the tractor and facing the opposite direction, Haley smiled and turned back.<br/><br/>Unfortunately she had walked a bit too far as she was looking back and bumped him with her water pail.  Nic's side was doused with liquid.  The clear fluid splashed and ran down his denim-covered leg.  Haley stood and gaped in abject horror.  This was not what she wanted at all!  Everything was ruined!  Here she was finally getting the bravery to open her mouth and she messed it up!  Haley stuttered in her apology.<strong>"Nic! I-I'm s-sorry! I-.. uh.."</strong>The girl's mind went blank she had no idea what to say past 'I'm sorry.'  She simply stood and stared at him for a long moment, fearing his disapproval.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Bailey_zpsf4324419.jpg)</div><strong>"WHOA!"</strong>Just as Hailey was dealing with her little accident, Bailey nearly made one of her own.  Concentrating on her jest with Connor, she hadn't realized how far off the rows she'd wandered.  Michael had always warned his workers about paying attention to the farm equipment.  With his mind on keeping the tractor straight, he couldn't make sure everyone was out of the way as well.  The large, green piece of machinery was loud and slow as well.  There was no reason not to be able to avoid it.  Luckily Bailey had realized how close she was in time and jumped clear.  She stood rigid and startled for a moment as the other horses watched.  The girl simply grinned at them and propped her hoe against Connor's back.<strong>"Hold that for me, will yah? I'mma have a word with the bossman."</strong><br/><br/>She turned and dug into the moist earth with her hooves.  Her large frame was propelled towards the back of the tractor as it rambled by.  Bailey lunged and griped the back of Michael's seat.  Her hooves perched on the hitch connecting the vehicle and its plow which trailed behind.  The girl took a moment to steady herself and leaned forward.  She put her head on his shoulder and pressed her bust up against his back.  It wasn't as much a sign of lustful foreplay as it was just a playful tease.  Bailey had a habit of using her feminine wiles to toy with the workers.  There was no reason to leave the boss out of the fun.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, boss! Almost cut me down to size there! Everything a'right? Normally you'd have blessed me out from here to Montana!"</strong>The woman was every bit a tomboy around the men. She had an exterior just as hard and rough as any of them.  But deep down, Bailey had a soft spot for nurturing just as any woman.  She'd noticed Michael's change in attitude over the last few weeks; how he didn't seem to have that jump in his step like he'd always had.  Bailey took the near-collision as an excuse to bring it up to him.  And on the tractor, there would be at least a small sense of privacy.  None of the other workers would be able to hear them speak.