I don't own it, just playing with the characters.

BPOV

As I stepped out of the cab of my truck and took a deep breath I was finally able to relax. I was home. I'm Bella Swan, my dad Charlie is the proud owner of the Rough Ride Ranch. Thanks, to my first time riding the mare that daddy gave me for my fifth birthday and her giving me the ride of a lifetime our ranch had its name. I looked around taking in the scene before me. I watched the horses merrily relaxing in the pasture, the colts staying by their mama's side, the two beautiful girls standing on the porch steps with my daddy. Wait double back a minute, the two beautiful girls… "Rose! Alice!"

I went running up to the porch and gave my best friends a big hug. "What the hell are you two doing here? I thought you both had to work."

"We couldn't miss it when our rough riding sister came home."

"I'm so glad that you here!" I then leaned up and gave my daddy a kiss on the cheek. "Hi daddy."

"Hey Bells. You better get Sis out of the trailer, before she starts throwing a tantrum. Better yet let me get the new ranch hands out here so they can see how a real rider handles a horse. Lord knows that those three are good at manual labor and dealing with the gentle mares that we have, they get scared stiff when one of our feisty horses need taken care of. "

"That's fine daddy. Now that I have a break in the circuit I'll be around more to help break the guys and the horses in." Oops, that came out a little bit dirtier than I intended too. Oh well, Daddy knows that I only go for real cowboys, not the wanabe I have a Stetson and a boots so I can ride type of boys.

Oh I'm getting ahead of my self again. Sorry I got side tracked. While we wait on my daddy to drag the new hands out of the stable I'll tell you more of my story. As I said I am Bella Swan. I am the daughter or Renee and Charlie. We live in Texas and have a ranch. I myself am a real live cowgirl. The circuit that I mentioned is the WPRA. I am a barrel racer. I have been since I learned to ride. I am also the best when it comes to training horses. I am twenty-four years old and my best friends are Rosalie Hale and Alice Brandon. Rose owns her own mechanics shop and Alice is a fashion designer. We aren't your typical Southern bells. We are in a class all to ourselves.

I walked to the back of the horse trailer as daddy walked up with three men that were attractive that is for sure. The first that I looked at was big and muscular. Brown hair and eyes and a cute smile with dimples. More Rose's type than mine. The next had blond hair and blue eyes. He was tall and muscular as well, not big muscles more defined. He was cute but, still not one hundred percent my type. Like I said I go for the real deal when it comes to my cowboys. The third had this coppery bronzish hair color and green eyes. He gave me a crocked smile when he noticed me looking at him. He had the boots, and wranglers on. His t-shirt was just tight enough to get a small glimpse of his biceps. He may not be full on cowboy, but he sure is yummy looking.

"Bells, Alice, Rose. This is Emmitt Cullen, Jasper Whitlock and Edward Cullen. They have been on the ranch for a couple weeks. They are still learning the routine around here, so take it easy on them Bells."

"Boys, this is my daughter Bella, and her best friends Rosalie and Alice. As I have told you Bells is the boss when it comes to the horses. She knows what she is doing and you will learn a lot from her. Bells, go ahead and get Sis out."

I opened up the trailer hatch and lowered the ramp. I slowly walked to along Sis' right side gliding my hand as I went, to keep her calm. Sis gets a little antsy if she's been on the trailer too long. I started to back her out while talking gently to her. Once I had her unloaded I turned to the boys. It was time for them to learn that I'm not a helpless little thing and that I can handle horses better than them. I need their respect and can't have them trying to protect me. Plus if they piss Sis off there will be hell to pay.

"Hi boys. I am Bella and this beautiful mare here is Twisted Sister. We call her Sis for short. I know my way around horses and have been riding and training since I could walk. So please don't doubt what I say. Sis is my barrel racing horse. Please leave her alone unless I ask you to be near her. She is my pride and joy, and I don't need one of you to cuase her to be jumpy. She is a little keyed up as it is. I'm sure we will get along well. I don't want to come across as a harpy. Sis is just very important and no one should handle her but me. No offense to you at all. It was nice meeting you."

I looked at the girls and told them I would call them to make plans for tomorrow later tonight. I asked my dad to put up my truck and the horse trailer. As for me and Sis, I used the trailer to mount her bareback, grabbed hold of her mane and had her run into a gallop towards the pasture.