The New Farmhand (Kaiser and SD)
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				Title: <strong>The New Farmhand (Kaiser and SD) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinfulDesires</strong> on <strong>07-09-2016, 16:15:05</strong>
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				When one lives on a farm, one rose at dawn…<br><br>As soon as the sun began to peek over the horizon of the Montana mountains, it’s rays starting to shine through the thin lace curtains of the Clark farmhouse. It’s warmth touching Delilah Clark's (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e4/61/ff/e461ff8ee4843ad8a6701f35895e1d45.jpg) soft ivory cheek. The young farmer let out a soft yawn as she turned around in her bed to lay on her back. Lifting her arms above her head and arching her back. Stretching herself out slowly and letting out a groan as she did so. Once she was done with her morning stretches she pushed herself up into a sitting position in her bed. Brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Glancing out her window and taking in the gorgeous view she had. <br><br>She had a perfect view of the Montana mountainside. Green fields that turned into hills and gradually moved upwards into the beautiful mountains before her. The only thing separating their house from them was a wooden post fence and nothing else. She could live in a tent for the rest of her life and wouldn’t care as long as she got to keep this magnificent view. <br><br>After taking a moment to appreciate the beauty in front of her, she tossed her sheets and quilt off of her torso and pushed herself up. Her blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail, and only wearing a long sleeve maroon t-shirt. Walking across the cool hardwood floor and out of her bedroom. Making her way across the hall and into the bathroom to do her morning routine. First she brushed her hair, making sure to get all of the knots out before fixing it into an actual ponytail. She then brushed her teeth and used the amenities before making her way into her bedroom to get herself ready for the day. Planting season had begun and they needed to get a lot of work done today. Her Father was going to till the soil and she would be following behind to plant the seeds. She also needed to run into town with the wool from the sheep. It would be a long day, but it was well worth it. The Clark Family Farm had survived for nearly six generations, and they weren’t about to let it go under. Not now. <br><br>It had been hard ever since her Mother had passed away. She had been the heart and soul of the farm. It had hit everyone hard when she died. Especially her Father. If it wasn’t for the farm and her, he probably would have given up a long time ago. It had been a little over a year since Mrs. Grace Clark had passed on, and things were slowly getting back to normal. Though they had taken a hard hit after she had died. Half of the crops had either not grown or had died midway through the season. They barely made any profit and had had to let go of a lot of their farm hands because of it. It had taken a long time for them to get back on track, and now that money was coming in again they were looking to hire some new blood to help them around the farm. There were several <em>Help Wanted</em> signs posted on the road leading to their farm as well as in town. Anyone was welcome to show up and apply for a position. Though they hadn’t gotten many applicants as of recently. They only had three other hands helping them so far this season, and they definitely needed more. She just hoped that someone would turn up soon. The last thing she wanted was to see the family farm go under. <br><br>Delilah stood in front of her mirror, making sure that her attire was appropriate for that day’s work. She was wearing faded blue jeans that hugged against her thighs and backside, but were loose enough for her to move freely in. A white cotton tank top that was underneath a blue, white, and green plaid shirt. She was wearing her favorite brown leather cowboy boots that her Mother had gotten for her before she had passed away. Her hair pulled up into a high ponytail and a John Deere tractor hat on top of her head. Once she was dressed she made her way downstairs, the smell of coffee greeting her as she did. Turning the corner into the kitchen and seeing her Father sitting at the table reading the morning paper and taking a swig of his coffee.<br><br>“Hey Daddy, good morning…” Delilah said as she went to grab herself a mug from the cabinet to pour herself a cup of joe. <br><br>“Mornin’ Pumpkin…” her Father said as he took another sip of his coffee. <br><br>“Has anyone stopped by yet at all for the job?” Delilah asked as she poured the hot coffee into her cup. Adding some cream and sugar to it. Preferring to drink it with something sweet rather than black like her Father liked it. <br><br>“No...nothin’ yet...I’m sure we’ll get someone soon though…” he said and just in that moment the sound of tires could be heard kicking up dirt and rocks from the road leading to their farm. Delilah glanced at her Father and chuckled. <br><br>“Well now...speak of the Devil…” 
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