(A/N: Before I reveal the pairing I have in mind for this story, I want to hear what all of you think. Kris and Matt? Kris and Junior? Kris and someone else? And do you want me to get Dani with someone? Let me know. Also let me know what you think of the actual story so far please.)

"What are you doing here?"

"Get in the car and I'll tell you."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see. Quit being stubborn and get in Kris. I know you don't want to walk any further." Kris opened the passenger side door and got in, wondering if she was making a big mistake, or a good decision. Kris looked at the driver and then looked back out the window. After around five minutes the driver spoke up. "I know that Jean made you leave Raintree, and I know your loyalty is there and God, you never let anyone forget it. But they are no longer there for you Kris. This isn't about you and me or anyone with connections to you and me. It's business. I have an idea. Together we can build an empire."

"Go on."

"Okay look, I decided at the last minute to not do the match race because although the money was good, it was way too risky. My stupid brother told me that he was going to call Sheik Omar and tell him that he decided not to do it so that we could still do business. Me and Sheik. And I fell for it, he did the race anyway. Probably to get back at you and Matt more than anything else but anyway, he did it. I got suspicious midway through and I told Molly's brother to stop the race. He told me he would but then he called the racing board. This time I wasn't trying to get you caught, and I definitely wasn't trying to get my brother caught, or Gillian. It would look bad on Davis Farms. Well the racing board showed up at my house and because Junior didn't have a racing license and my dad didn't know about the race, I had to hand my share of the ranch over to Junior. Now Junior is in control and I have nothing except a little bit of money from my dad since he thought it was fair. My share of the farm was worth way more than he gave me but that's Ken Davis. My brother and my dad never believed that someday I could run the ranch on my own, even though I proved to them I could. That place was a mess and I built it up better than it was before. The bottom line is that while I can't stand you and you can't stand me I don't believe that there is anyone on this planet that could run a ranch better than me, and I'm pretty sure you know it. Also, there is no one on this planet that can ride a horse better than you can and everyone knows that. With the money I got for my share of the ranch I'm going to buy a small ranch in New Mexico, because the land is much cheaper out there than it is in California, and build it up. I'm offering to make you my partner. All you need to do is jockey. I'll pay you as much as you were paid at Raintree and after you win a couple of races you can pay me off for your half of the farm. Once you do that, all the revenue will belong as much to you as it does to me and we will run the farm together. I think that with our skills put into the same farm, we can become great." Kris was silent for a minute before she said anything. "I don't know. How do I know you're not going to pull something to get yourself in control completely? How do I know you won't do the same thing to me that you did to Gillian?"

"Because you're not Gillian. I didn't need Gillian. You're a better jockey than Tina Sharp and you have only been riding in races for two years. Imagine how great you will be after just one year? And you will probably keep getting better. Why would I get rid of someone that I need?"

"Still, how can I trust you?"

"Because. You don't have anyone else to trust."

"I don't have a racing license."

"I don't either."
"So how can we do this?"

"Because all we need to do is request another one. As long as you no longer work from the farm that they took your license away from, you can still get another one. It's harder, and we have to go to a six-week class and do a hundred hours of community service but I'm sure you're used to that." Kris shot Dani a glare for referring to her jailtime. "Who's gonna train the horses?"

"Until we find a good trainer that we can afford, you and I could do it."
"What? Are you crazy?"

"What? We've both watched Pablo do it. We've both watched Matt do it."

"It's different?"

"Yeah we will probably suck at first but we know the basics we will get the hang of it."

"We don't even have any horses."

"You didn't notice the trailer I'm hauling?" Kris looked back through the back windsheild. "Oh. How many?"

"Only two. But that's a start. And they both have excellent bloodlines. You should know that considering that one of them's father is your best friend."

"My best friend?" Kris was confused at first but then the realization came to her. "Oh my God! Dani? Flame?"

"Yeah. Flame."

"How did you pull that off?"

"What do you mean how did I pull it off? Flame's mine. I own him. Remember?" Kris was so happy to hear that Flame was now partially hers. Flame was like her own child. She saved his life and watched his birth. "So, who's the other one?"

"You remember Pickoro?"

"Yeah! How is he? I thought he couldn't race again."

"That's what we thought. We were even going to put him down but he made a sudden progress in recovery."

"That's great. And again, I'm sorry about..."

"I know. I know you went and talked to Pickoro."

"How?"

"Junior saw you."

"Oh."

"So, are you going to do this with me?"

"I don't know..."

"Well you've got all the way to New Mexico to think of reasons to say no. And you won't find any." Kris started thinking about how this could work. How could she work with her greatest enemy? But then, there were so many reasons to say yes. This was her dream. She could be a great jockey, AND own half of a ranch. And as long as Dani wanted to run this new ranch for selfish reasons, Kris was safe. Dani did need her. And Dani is not going to risk a good business venture because she doesn't like the other person.

The two were silent all the way into crossing into Arizona. "What are we going to call it."

"Are you aggreeing to my proposition?"
"If I like the name."

"Don't be so, yourself." Kris shot Dani another glare. "Any names in mind?"

"We can't call it Davis Farms."

"Then what do we call it?"

"Davis-Furillo?"

"Furillo-Davis?" Both of them shook their heads on that idea. Many different names were shot back and forth. Dani finally came up with one. "Promesa Farms?"

"Promesa?"

"Yeah. Spanish for Promise. You should know that. You're half Mexican, or Spanish, or something..." Kris corrected her. "Brazilian."

"Right."

"Brazilians speak Portuguese Dani."

"It's still close."

"Whatever."

Kris fell asleep for a few hours and was awakened by a jolt. "What happened?"

"Your lazy ass was asleep and I had to stay awake but I'm tired so I cant really drive that well." Kris smiled and gave Dani a smartass look. "Well then would you like my lazy ass to drive?"

"Hell no. I'm not trusting you with a car. Especially my Escalade. I'll wake up from a police officer calling to tell me they found my Escalade in a chop shop in Detroit, or whatever ghetto city you come from."

"Oakland." Kris shot back. It got quiet and Dani swerved again. "Dani what the hell? Pull over or something."

"I'm not sleeping in my car. There's a Hilton up on the left at the next exit. We'll go there."

"I can't afford a Hilton, Dani."

"Well I'm not leaving you out here alone with my car..."

"Dani cut it with the chop shop jokes."

"Who said they were jokes?"

"Ugh."

"I'll tack your half on to the money you will owe me from your half of the farm."

"Fine."

The two girls got out of the car and walked in. "Two rooms please. One with a view." Kris laughed at what Dani just said. "Of the desert?"

"Don't push my hospitality Kris." Dani handed the concierge her credit card. "Dani be sure you get a balcony too so you can see all the dirt better."

"Cut it Kris." The concierge handed the credit card back to Dani. I'm sorry Miss but I'm afraid your card has been denied. Dani looked pissed. "What the hell do you mean it's been denied?! There's no way."

"Sorry Miss."

"Well can you do anything else?"

"I'm afraid I can't."

"Well what the hell do you expect me to do..." Dani read the man's nametag. "Robert. Here to serve you." "Robert? Sleep in my car?!"

"There's a Motel 6 just down the street. It's much cheaper so your card might work there."

"Whoa there is no WAY I'm sleeping in one of those whorehouses."

"I'm sorry Maam but you're causing a scene I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"I'm not leaving until I get my hotel suite!" Kris rolled her eyes and grabbed Dani's arm. "Let's go Dani. He's not going to give you a room."

Dani finally left, reluctantly. They both got back into the car and Dani drove towards the Motel 6. Kris was smiling. "What's so amusing about this to you, Kris? Just because you lived in a motel 6 doesn't mean it's not still a dump."
"I was smiling because you were fighting with Robert from the Hilton. It was funny. I know it was a dump. I don't deny that. But you don't need to remind me that my home and childhood was hell on earth." Dani actually felt a little bit of remorse for what she said. She crossed the line. She could barely mutter it up, but she managed to say, "Sorry." Kris looked up at Dani then looked back down at her feet. "Sokay."

Dani pulled up to the Motel 6. She grabbed a can of lysol from the trunk of her car and started to walk inside. Kris caught up to her. "Um, why do you carry lysol in your trunk?"

"For emergencies like these." Kris didn't know how she could come up with a situation like this being the princess that she is and living in a mansion, but she decided to leave it at that and not pursue the matter. They reached the front door and Dani sprayed the handle with lysol before opening it. Kris tried to hide her smile. Dani approached the front desk. "What can I do for y'all? The man was probably in his fifties, bald, beer belly, and smelled funny. Dani took one look at him and turned to leave. Kris grabbed her arm and said quietly in her ear, "Hey! Do you want to sleep in the car?" Dani took a deep breath and turned around. She turned her head, trying to avoid the man's smell. She handed him her card. "Two rooms please. One with a view." The man took the card and looked up at her while chewing on his toothpick. "You're kiddin' right?"

"No."

"Listen sweetheart we ain't got no rooms with a view. This is a one story motel. You can't see that darlin?"

"First of all, I'm not your sweetheart or your darlin, and second of all..." Kris spoke up before Dani could say anything else. "Just two rooms will be fine." The man swiped Dani's credit card and handed it back to her. "You're credit card's been denied." Dani yanked the card from his hands. "You've GOT to be kidding me!!!" Kris looked at the man. "How much for a room?"

"Just one?"

"Yeah."

"Sixty bucks a night."

"No it's not." Dani stopped freaking out and looked at what was going on. This interested her.

"I think I know how much my own hotel rooms cost." He glared at Kris. She leaned forward while still trying to avoid the smell. "I think I'm from California and I know that the Motel 6's in Hollywood are only fifty. Are you trying to tell me that some run-down, one-story Motel 6 in the middle of the Arizona desert is more? I'll give you forty." Dani stood there shocked. She knew Kris didn't take any bullshit but still, Kris caught the man in his lie, with proof, and she still looked intimidating. We're not so different. "Fine." Kris handed the man two twenties and he swiped it from her hand. He gave her the hotel room card. "Fifty-eight."

"Thank you." She took the card and started to walk outside. "Wait." The two girls turned around. "Don't be afraid to call the front desk if you two ladies want me to come keep you company." Kris said, "We'll be fine," and walked out. It reminded her of earlier that night when the perverted guy asked if she needed a ride. "This world is full of men like that."

"Something we can agree on. I can't believe you didn't get two rooms. I can't share a room with you."

"Then would you like me to remind you where you parked?" Dani swallowed her pride. "No."

"Okay then."