Disclaimer- Same as always. I don't own shit.

Chapter 1-


So you'd think after life has thrown me so many curve balls, I'd invest in a mitt, right? Well no, not me. Let me start by telling you my name, Jory Daniels. I'm 24 and I've lived my whole life in Vass, North Carolina. My family owns a ranch. The Crazy Horse Ranch, to be exact. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not as 'country' as everyone thinks. I don't sleep standing up, I shower everyday, overalls aren't the only clothing in my wardrobe, and I have all of my teeth. I've been around horses as long as I can remember. In fact he only thing I do right at all, is ride.

My life has been flipped upside down, on more than one occasion. When I was 12 my mom got into a huge car wreck on her way to my jumping championship, and died instantly. For 10 years it was just me, my brother, and my father. My twin brother, Jace, was my rock. He hated North Carolina more than anything, and always strived for a way out. My father pretty much told him that he had no choice but to run our family business, but being the hard-ass he is, he bailed. He joined the army, got sent to fight in Iraq, and died from a car bomb. And now, for my father. He was diagnosed with prostate cancer about 4 months ago. He's on permanent bed rest, under the care of some bitchy ass nurse, who tells me everyday, that I should 'start planning'. Start planning for what, a fucking slumber party? My father is going to die, and leave me alone for the rest of my life. How do you plan for that? Send out invitations? My cousin Gaby is my best friend in the world. She understands me when nobody else in the world does. I never thought I'd meet anybody, who was the other half of me, until fate slapped me on the ass and handed me a saddle.