I'm Sheridan Wesley. I'm eleven years old. I've always lived with my dad. He's the only person I've got. He loves me and I love him too. But soon our lives changed. Mine especially.


It was a sunny day in Blueville, a rural small town not far away from Tennessee. The kind of place where everyone knew everyone. My dad was one of the most popular and well-liked people of Blueville. He owned vast land and a big ranch.

I always loved working with him. I loved the farm life. I knew how to ride horses, milk cows, make butter, plant seeds and harvest crops. I was well loved by all my dad's employees and well known too by the people of the town. I was the little boy who always gave a helping hand.

The Last Laugh

I gasped. Sheridan had slapped Sawyer? It was a shock to me. Sheridan was always so nice and tolerating. If he had slapped Sawyer, that meant he was more than furious!


"He slapped her?! HOW DARE HE! I'll teach him more than a lesson!"


Oh, no. How much pain would Sheridan undergo? If mom wasn't careful, he was going to die. The thought gave me goosebumps and tears soon rolled down my cheeks again.


"That won't be possible." Rob's statement made me wonder. I stopped crying and listened attentively.


The words echoed in my head like a dream. Sheridan had escaped? My mouth dropped open.


"I noticed one of the horses were missing. He took the white horse."


"His hometown is about three to four hours from here. He'll never make it. Plus, the horse might desert him and he'd die of hunger."


Chapter16