He sat with one hand on his knee and a shirt on him that was ripped on each side. His porch was made of boards that stuck out on either side and showed no interest as people walked on them, not thinking that they could break at any moment. He owned a ranch that was 45 acres; he possessed cows that would roam and horses in the barn across the house. James has lived in this house and ranch for over 25 years now. He tried to keep things in order but it was starting to get harder. His spouse, Jane, died a few years ago from a hit to the chest and a few to the face. She was giving the horse a bath by herself and the horse was startled by a mouse that ran across the ground. Thunder, the horse, threw back his legs and started to kick in the air, he then kicked Jane in the upper part of her chest. She fell to the ground and the horse came down on her, she was crushed between the mud red ground and the silver hooves of Thunder. Jane was suffering from eternal bleeding; Dr. Labyrinth could not stop the surge of blood departing from her body. She died within the hour on her bed. James does not sleep in the room where she died he sleeps on the beaten, holed up couched. This is usually where Jessie slept, you could tell by all the shavings of hair left on the sofa from years and years ago. He was moving to a different part of town. He wanted to let her go and to let everything in this house that had happened go from his mind. He sat in awe as he knew his journey in this house was coming to an end. For the first time in his life he was letting go of Jane and letting her roam free throughout the land of Jane and James. He could now live in peace and so could she.