Disclaimer: The Sohma's are not my characters, they belong to the author of Fruits Basket. Sigh Sadly. I own Allie, Tony, Corrie, Cliff, and the horses. EVEN THOUGH I WANT TO OWN HATORI! TT

Two sisters lived out in the west with their godfather. The godfather owned a huge chunk of land. On the land was the ranch house, that was almost as large as a ranch house, a stable, and a race track.

Cliff Abrams was a rich man. The town all knew and loved him. He breed, raised, trained, and sold horses. He sold horses in many countries. At age thirty-five, he had adopted his two goddaughters. Their parents had been in a car crash, killing their mom instantly but gave their father a chane to tell the doctor to have Cliff adopt his daughters.

Allie, "Al", Kyle-Abrams was the fun, witted sister. Her life and love was the ranch, among a few other things. She was rambunctious, a little cocky, wild, out going sister. Wiht tan skin from the western sun, dark chocolate, wavy hair, which reached a few inches past her shoulders, and piercing, dark blue eyes. Al was turning twenty this summer.

Corrie, "Cor" by her sister, Kyle-Abrams was the sensible sister. She was the calm, quick witted sister. She was the shy or scared type of person, she just liked to keep to herself but still had plenty of friends. They would all go to her with their problems. Like her sister, she had a love for the ranch. Corrie had the lightest green eyes anyones ever seen and ebony, black hair. She also was tan from the western sun. Her hair reached about 3-4 inches past her shoulders. Corrie is twenty-four.

Al and Corrie were driving back, in their Ford pick-up, from the feed store. "What's left on the list?" Allie asked, while steering and watching the road. "Let's see." Corried looked at the list. "We got the groceries, the feed, and now we head home."

"Right-O!"

Corrie took part of the groceries, Al took the others, and took them to the kitchen. While putting things away, Cliff walk in.

"You get the feed?" He asked grabbing an apple.

"Yep. It's still in the bed of the truck." Al replied.

"I'll get the stablehands to get it. Girls later, at dinner I need to talk to you. 'Kay?"

"What about?"

"You'll find out." He waved and left.

Allie went to her room and turned on the radio. Grabbing her notebook, she continued writing her story. Writing was her creative hobbie. Over the years she had written several stories. Some fantasy, others mystery. When she started writing she could make up a whole new world. She sat down and listened to music while writing.

Corrie went to the library after grabbing her sketchbook. To her, silence helped her relax. Sketching was her creative hobbie. When sketching, she could create a sketch of a person or place or thing. Creating a scene out of memory or out of imagination, she loved to have silence to create an image.

At half past five, they both headed down to the kitchen. The cook, Antonio, who they called Tony, was cooking dinner. "What's cookin' Tony?" Al asked, helping Corrie set the table.

"Potatoes, ribs, corn, salad, and desert is ice-cream." He laughed at the girls, who grinned at the word ice-cream. "Go help your dad put away the horses." He instructed as they finished setting the table.

"Okee-dokee, Tonee." Al teased.

"I hate when you say it like that." Tony moaned.

"That's why we love to say it." They both ran out after that.

"Corrie, you get Molly and Dallas. Al get Buck." Cliff instructed. Corrie put a halter on Molly and lead her to her stall with Dallas, her colt right behind. After putting the two in she took the halter off and fed them.

Allie and Cliff did the same. All three went in, washed up, and sat down for dinner. "So, daddy, what do you need to tell us?" Allie asked dishing up some more potatoes. Cliff put down his silverware and looked at the two.

"I'm leaving again to Australia for a week or two." Cliff looked at them again. "And in the middle of the week some friends of mine are coming over."

"So how manay? How long are they staying? Who?" Corrie questioned.

"Eight. The Sohma's. They will be staying as long as they want. I've known them for a long time. When I visit Japan, I visit them. I use to train them in martial arts, like you two except they were not as advanced." Cliff smiled.

"So, your telling us, we pick them up and play host while your away. All by ourselves." Al questioned, stunned.

"Yes. Please girls? Besides Tony will be here at eight in the morning until seven each night. I'll give you a schedule of the hours, the boys do and stuff like that before I leave. I would stay but I have a great offer on Mystic Knight. Then I have to see two stallions down there. Please girls?" He practically begged. Al and Corrie thought for a momen. Then agreed. "We don't have much of a choice, do we?" Corrie joked.

"Nope."

Cliff left that sunday, leaving a schedule, phonenumbers, and where and when to pick up the Sohma's. Corrie and Al were working out in the stable on tuesday at five in the morning. The stable hands arrived at six and headed to work.

The girls were to leave for the airport, in Great Falls, at seven-thirty to pick up the Sohma's.

When Tony had arrived at seven-forty-five, he noticed the girls had not left yet. He ran outside and yelled, "Girls get your butts on the road before its to late!"

Al went and grabbed the keys to the truck and met Corrie in the truck. "We need ot gas it, Al." Corrie said hopping in the truck.

"I'll take the back road then." Allie started the truck and gassed it.

They both ran into the airport and was told the plane arrived a minute or two ago. Scurrying up the stairs to the gate, they saw a bunch of people, everywhere. "Corrie, how are we going to find these Sohma's? We don't even know what they look like. They probabbly don't know what we look like." Al asked nervously. "They probably expect some girly girls, not us in boots, wrangler jeans, and a cowboy hat."

"Excuse me, miss, but were you talking about the Sohma's?" The girls turned around to see a young man with grey hair and grey-purple eyes.

"Yeah. Have you seen them?" Al asked.

"Um. Yeah. That's me and my family. I'll go get them." He turned and went into a Cafe. A moment later a group came out. "Wow, big crowd." Al muttered to Corrie.

"Alright, we'll get to introductions later. We're running late and Tony will have brunch waiting for us. Okay?" Corrie instructed and they nodded in understandment.

"Crap. We'll have to have some in the bed of the truck. Okay the two smaller one in the cab and we'll have the white haired man." Allie explained as she grabbed some luggage and then they all headed to the truck.

"Shut up, you dang rat!"

"Please keep your voice down, stupid cat."

"Zip it! Just because I can't see you doesn't mean you can argue. I don't put up with it. Your going to be guest at our home, so it is nice to show some respect." Corrie snapped. She then put her hair down and grabbed her hat. Al laughed at the people's strange faces. "Okay, the blonde and the girl get in the back seat. Let's see, Cor, we'll put the black and white haired man up there with you."

"Where are the rest of us going to sit?" Kyo asked.

"In the back of the truck." Corrie answered handing the keys to Allie. "Alright. Names Corrie, Corrie Kyle-Abrams. This here is Allie, or Al by friends. Sorry to be so rude but I have only had five hours to sleep and I need to get back to Morning Star. Hop in boys and girls."