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 About Horse by Winj Word Count 10,040 . Johnny Lancer strode into his home and across the expanse of the living room where he summarily plopped down on the sofa and removed his boots with a sigh of relief. Leaning back against the soft cushions, he closed his eyes and reveled in the silence around him. For the first time in a long time he was alone. It amused him that being alone had, in the past, not been a good thing. But now, in this sometimes turbulent family, being alone was a precious commodity. He raised his legs and rested his feet on the coffee table, thinking with a smile how Teresa would berate him for it. But she wasn’t here, none of them were here and, though he missed them already, he was at peace. A whole week of this! Part of him knew it would get old very quickly but for now he would bask in the welcome tranquility. He had been thinking all day of the things he would do while they were gone. The work he had wanted to get done for so long but was always interrupted by

  Sadly, Janet (JEB) is no longer with us. Her stories are archived here for her friends to remember her by. Enjoy her legacy to Lancer.       The air at Lancer rang with excited voices, horses neighing, cattle lowing, children laughing and squealing.  It was Independence Day and everyone was getting ready to head into Green River for the celebration – everyone except Scott Lancer that is.  Scott was in bed with what could have been very serious injuries.             Two days previously, Scott had fallen from the roof of a storage shed.  It had been a hot day without a cloud in the sky when he first climbed up to start on the job of replacing damaged and missing shingles on the roof.  However, a sudden thunderstorm had arisen complete with strong winds and heavy rain. While attempting to make his way back to the ladder that he had used to climb up to the roof Scott had lost his grip on the rain-slicked shingles and fallen approximately ten feet to the ground.  Even his ever-present lea

  Part Two   Johnny rode back to the ranch so deep in his thoughts he didn’t notice how closed off everything felt as he neared the house. A rifle shot jolted him to awareness. He couldn’t tell where it came from, so he detoured to the side door just in case. That future he was starting to look forward to? Up in smoke. This time there was no doubt he was being thrown out, no doubt who was doing the tossing. Just before Murdoch growled, “…Now get out...” Johnny realized he hadn’t seen any hands outside. The air was so thick he could have cut it with a spoon— and Murdoch held a rifle. “Something’s wrong,” Johnny started, but  Lancer  cut him off. “The only thing wrong around here has always been you. Now get out while you still can…. get off my land.” He stared at his father, stunned by the man’s words. He hadn’t expected to be welcomed with open arms, but damn it, he thought they’d be able to discuss the situation. Shattered, Johnny turned away to leave the home he’d been ready to grove