“Ugh,” she sighed as she turned the key to her old truck. It had been a long morning and she was ready to drive to the local pizzeria for lunch between classes today.
Oh well, she decided a sandwich never hurt anyone, and dialed her dad’s number.
“Hello?” her dad answered in surprise.
“Hey Dad, my truck won’t start, I turn the key and it clicks but that is all,” she said calmly.
“I am up to my eyes in paperwork this afternoon, but I will see if one of the others can pick you up.”
She returned to class and forced herself to focus on the instructors. She worried that something expensive would be wrong. She did not have the time or the money to deal with that type of problem.
Her last class finally ended and she hurried to shove her notes and folders into her book bag before dashing back to the parking lot. Her Dad’s truck was no where to be found. As she approached the truck, she noticed jeans and boots on the ground in front of her truck. She cleared her throat hoping not to startle the cowboy too much.
“Hey,” the familiar voice came from under the truck.
“Sorry you got stuck coming,” she began.
“No worry, I volunteered,” he said sliding out from under the truck smiling.
She looked away refusing to meet his eyes. “Any idea what the trouble is?”
“Looking like the starter.”
She nodded. Things could be way worse she decided.
“Hope in and bump the key over and over again,” he said grabbing his hammer.
She nodded again and slid behind the wheel slinging her bag into the floorboard on the passenger side of the old truck.
“Ok,” he said, “Go ahead.”
She bumped the key as he instructed over and over again. She heard the metallic whack whack as he tapped under the truck. After a few moments, she heard the truck crank. She smiled and the truck turned over.
He slid from under the truck as she stepped out of the cab.
“Thank you so much!” she said as he wiped his hands on a rag.
“I am going to stop and get a new starter at the store, when you get back to the ranch just pull it over in front of the maintenance shed and I will put a the new starter on for you.”
“You don’t have to do that, I can take it to the shop now that it is started.”
He looked at her with a crooked grin. “It would be my pleasure.”
She smiled up at him and helped him put the remaining tools back into his truck before again climbing up behind the wheel of her older model. He faithfully followed her in case she had any trouble. She breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped in front of the maintenance shed safely back at the ranch.