35. Sage

35

Sage

T he afternoon sun beat down on us the following Saturday as we prepared the horses for the Bottom of the Buckle Horse Rescue parade. Callan was supposed to pick Avery’s horse up on Thursday, but the seller had an emergency so he had to push it to next week. Thankfully, Avery was looking forward to the parade and fair tonight, so she wasn’t too bummed about the delay.

The county fair took place once a year in the next town over, and everyone from the surrounding towns showed up. The community always helped set everything up and volunteered to work booths if they needed extra hands, and the same went for the preparation of the parade.

A few of the ranch horses were here, which would be ridden by Callan and Lennon, and the rescues they brought along would be led by volunteers behind them. Charlotte and another volunteer typically held the banner, but this year, Avery would be doing it with her instead.

Avery had wanted to ride one of the horses, but Charlotte explained to her that it was a bit too risky with the chance that they could spook at something, given it was a busy event.

They only brought the rescue horses that were more used to people and noises, and never the skittish ones. They didn’t want to spook them and have a horse running loose. The parade would only be a few minutes anyway, with it being a short walk down the main road through this town, then they’d be loaded back into the trailer to take home.

The awareness the parade brought to the rescue helped a ton, so they always opted to take part in it. Donations would flood in for months after, which made a huge difference in the coverage of medical bills and feed.

I made my way back over to Avery where she was brushing pink glitter paint into the mane of Callan’s horse. He’d given her free rein to decorate Ace however she liked, so she took advantage of that and wanted his entire mane and tail to be pink.

“Here you go,” I said, setting the plastic hair ties on the stool next to her.

“Can you help me braid his hair?” she asked, her fingers sticky with the paint.

“Of course.” I grabbed a hair tie and got to work on the bits she’d already covered in pink. “Are you excited to be in the parade? ”

She nodded. “Callan said he’s gonna ride on my side.”

“Did he?” I asked, my lips quirking up on the sides as I glanced over to where Callan was talking to a volunteer. He was wearing dark brown chaps and his tan cowboy hat, but all I wanted to do was take it all off and have my way with him.

Unfortunately, that’d have to wait until tonight.

He caught me staring and winked, the act instantly igniting a flame inside me.

I turned back to the braid as Avery said, “Yeah. Just wait until he sees Ace.”

I was sure Callan would flaunt this horse around even more with the work Avery did on him. A little girly makeover wouldn’t scare him away.

“He’s going to love it.”

There were people floating around everywhere, everyone helping each other out as they got ready. There were a few other nonprofits in the parade, but they were in various spots around the dirt parking lot getting ready with their own banners and volunteers.

Bottom of the Buckle was the only horse rescue in the county, but others were raising funds for other organizations.

All of the rides at the fair were already put together. Off of the main street, behind the small businesses, was a large grass lot that they’d set it up in every year. People could watch the parade, then hop on over to the fair to enjoy the rest of the night.

Avery and I had never come before. My anxiety was always too high at crowded events like this, but something about having Callan here, along with the entire Bronson family, made it a little more bearable. I wasn’t constantly looking over my shoulder, despite Jason still being on the run. With a community like this, no one would let anything happen to us.

I had to believe we were safe, because the longer I told myself we weren’t, we’d keep isolating ourselves and miss out on everything due to fear.

It was time I stopped letting that fear run our lives.

Beside me, a hand came up to pat Ace’s neck, and I instantly knew who it was.

“Parade is starting soon,” Callan said, watching me as my fingers worked the coarse hairs of Ace’s mane.

“Almost done!” Avery said down by his tail.

“You still don’t want to join us?” Callan asked.

I glanced at him as I continued braiding. “I want to watch you guys from the side. I’m hoping to get a few pictures.”

He nodded and pulled a cookie out of his pocket. Ace instantly moved to take it from him, his big lips grabbing for it in the palm of Callan’s hand as he held it out for him. “Need help with anything before the parade starts?”

“I have an extra ribbon I don’t know what to do with,” Avery said, fishing through her pocket to then hold it up with pink fingertips.

Callan eyed the light pink ribbon, approaching her. “I think I know just the place.” He reached up to remove his hat, then crouched to prop it on his knee. Grabbing the piece of ribbon from Avery, he looped it through the band around his hat, tying it into a delicate bow. “How’s that?”

“It’ll match Ace so good!” Avery replied, elated.

“Avery, you ready?” Charlotte asked as she walked by with the banner rolled in her arms.

Avery quickly ran the remnants of paint on her fingers through the tip of Ace’s tail, then spun to follow after Charlotte. “Ready!”

Callan stood, placing his cowboy hat back on his head as I watched her scurry off. She wiped her sticky hands on her jeans as Charlotte explained what her task was. She was so attentive to everything she said, her passion for this evident in her demeanor.

Looking at my work, I considered it good enough. I hadn’t braided his entire mane, but half would have to suffice.

“She worked very hard,” I told Callan as he surveyed his horse.

He nodded. “I’m suddenly feeling like my chaps should have confetti and sparkles on them.”

“I can call Avery back, have her do that for you real quick.”

He grinned, pulling me in for a kiss, then said, “Maybe next year.”

“You’ll have to take care of it yourself next year. I’m sure she’ll be too busy decorating her own horse.” Saying those words would take some getting used to. Even though Avery had been asking every day since her party when she was going to meet her horse, it still felt foreign on my tongue.

Stepping to the side, I gave Callan space so he could set his boot in the stirrup and heft himself up into the saddle.

He looked down at me, the pink ribbon shifting on his hat. “See you when it’s done?”

I nodded. “I’ll be waiting.”

I set a hand on his leg, reaching up on my tip toes as he bent down to press his lips to mine. Every kiss with Callan was a reminder that our lives were only getting better from this point forward, together.

I readjusted his cowboy hat on his head before he straightened in the saddle.

“See you in a few,” he said with a grin, then eased Ace into a walk so he could get to the head of the group. They were already lined up in the formation Charlotte had instructed them to stand in, so his mom gave him a playful side eye as he found his spot.

I took a quick picture of everyone lined up, with Callan and Ace standing just behind the banner Avery was holding. Her little hands were gripped tight on the material to keep it steady, and then they all started walking down the street behind the firefighter group ahead of them. Callan was a step late, caught up in staring back at me with a smile on his face.

In a crowd full of people, his eyes were glued on me.

“That’s love,” Lettie said, coming to stand beside me.

“What?” I asked, watching the next group start lining up behind them.

“The way he looks at you.”

I shook my head. “We just recently made things official. He couldn’t.”

Lettie was quiet until I looked at her.

“My brother has always hidden his feelings with kindness, never letting anyone past those walls he has reinforced in his head. In the past, he was made to believe he couldn’t be vulnerable without being controlled, yet he opened up for you after all those years of keeping to himself.”

My teeth gnawed at the inside of my cheek. “I’m not following.” Not because I didn’t know what she was saying, I just didn’t know if my brain was ready to hear it.

“You’re his light at the end of the tunnel, Sage. You and Avery. I didn’t think he’d ever let his feelings show for anyone, but then he found you. Don’t be like me and push that person away because the timeline doesn’t line up. Life is never going to be perfect enough to let someone in. You have to work to make it happen.”

It wasn’t that I was pushing him away, especially now. But I understood what she was telling me. Callan wasn’t someone I’d ever take for granted, and I quickly figured that out shortly after we met.

“I won’t,” I promised her. Lettie looked out for her brothers like they looked out for her, and I loved that about the Bronsons. Not many families were as close as they were, and it filled my heart thinking one day, Avery and I might be a part of that.

Some days, it felt like we already were.

Lettie and I watched in silence as they made their way to the end of the street, then circled back. The entire time, Avery had the biggest smile on her face, and halfway back to us, Callan leaned over to place his hat on her head. She beamed up at him, the hat clearly way too big for her with the way it bobbed.

Things were so perfect right now, regardless of what was going on in the background.

All my mind could focus on was those two and the way they completed me.

We were happy.