Hey. I was listin' to a song from Brooks and Dunn with Reba named Cowgirls don't cry and I got the idea for this. I hope you like it.

"It's alright to cry ya know." She heard him say from behind her.

"No it's not. She whispered.

"Yeah it is. It's only natural. No matter what he did or who he became he was still your father." He said trying to convince his friend that it was ok to grieve.

"Not after my ma died. The one thing he made sure I took to heart was that cowgirls don't cry. I was his cowgirl so I can't cry."

"Okay, then tell me one of your favorite memories, maybe it will make you feel better."

She thought about it for a few minutes and he sat next to her in the wet grass and watched her think. "I was nine. It was about six months after my ma died. He took me horseback ridin'. I did very well for the first hour, then somethin' spooked the horse and I fell off. That's the day he told me that cowgirls don't cry. He helped me back up and onto the horse and we spent the next five hours riding on the outskirts of Odessa. He was on a drive and I had to go with him."

"That sounds nice." He replied wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She just leaned against him and said.

"It was. From that day on he made sure, wherever we were, that at least once a week we would go ridin'. That was the only thing that we did together before he took off on my seventeenth birthday. I haven't seen him since. I didn't even know he was alive."

"Is that why every Sunday you go ridin'?"

"Yeah. I have every Sunday for the past thirteen years. I've only missed it once, and that was when we were following Boyle. But I went as soon as we got home."

They sat in silence for the next three hours. Just sitting, thinking, and enjoying being with each other. When he looked at her he could tell that not only the rain was rolling down her cheeks. He pulled her close and whispered comforting words to her. After another half and hour she pulled away and stood.

"Let's go. I want to go home."

"Okay." He said standing and walking beside her as she left, not taking a look back.

When they were in his truck and on the way to her house she said. "I was married once." He just looked at her surprised.

"Yeah, I was twenty two. We were married for about two years, and then he started comin home late or not at all. One night he came home drunk and started yellin'. He threw a vase at the wall and tried to hit me. I stopped him and left. Filed for divorce the next day. I wanted to start a family with him, have kids, picked fence, the whole nine yards."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I've tried. I could never get the words out."

"Oh. Well I'm glad you told me." He said looking over at her quickly so she knew he was serious.

"I got a call about two weeks ago. From this lady who said she was my father's wife. Said that he was askin for me. She handed him the phone and ya wanna know what he thought would be appropriate to be the first words I heard from him in thirteen years? He said Cowgirls don't cry. Stand back up and continue on like nothin happened."

"I'm sorry. You deserve so much better." He said then took a left.

"Where are you goin'? My place is a right there not left."

"I know. We're going ridin'. It's Sunday and I won't let you miss this just because your father's wife decided to have the funeral on a Sunday. This is important to you."

"Thank you Jimmy." She said with a small smile.

"Anytime Annie." Jimmy replied smiling back at her.