Sorry for not updating for awhile. I got a little writer's blocked on this but I think I'm back. I'm also try to write in a certain story each night so I can post other stories faster.

For some reason I can't stop writing in my Winnie The Horse Gentler story Everything Can Change lol.

Alright well we got some pre sit here guys so enjoy =)

Chapter three:

It turned out the horses Wyatt got for Jake to train were wilder then the usual. Lou was a paint gelding who still thought and acted like a stallion. Minnie-Mae was a three year old chestnut filly that reminded Sam much of Tempest the way she pranced away from Jake sassily.

"Need some help?" Kit called from his perch on the corral fence. He and Sam had been watching Jake for over 30 minutes with Minnie-Mae and now with Lou it seemed would be taking longer.

"Nope," Jake said in an aggrevated tone. Only Sam could really detect it since she knew him so well.

Sam smiled a little. He didn't like it that the horses were acting up. It made him look inexperienced to his oldest brother and he didn't like that.

"You sure?" Kit said, glancing at Sam. He wanted a go at the gelding.

Jake made a growling sound in the back of his throat. "Yes!"

It was at that moment Lou decided to come up to Sam and Kit. He snorted at Kit and turned toward Sam.

"Well hey there," Sam offered her hand and the gelding sniffed it then gave a loud snort before pawing the ground.

"Sam get off the fence." Kit urged in a worried tone. The paint was acting like he was about to charge.

"Why?" Sam asked in puzzlement.

"Lou is-," Kit started but never finished.

The gelding gave a wild scream before he grabbed Sam by the front of her shirt, practically near her shoulder. He yanked her off the fence and shook her ferociously.

Sam screamed, wishing she had done as Kit asked and not questioned his knowledge. The gelding's teeth sank in her shoulder.

"Hold on Sam!" Jake yelled from behind. His voice was panicked.

Kit had already taken action and tried flapping his hat in the horse's face. "Git!"

Lou rolled his eyes but let go of Sam who dropped into the dirt at Kit's boots facedown. She looked up at Kit.

The stare down Kit gave that horse put goosebumps on Sam's skin. Lou snorted and backed away quickly.

Kit quickly knelt down to gather Sam in his arms much to Jake's dislike. "Sam? Are you okay?" he asked in alarm. He held her bridle-style against his chest.

It was a good thing Wyatt and the ranch hands were out on the range and the others were in town right now.

"Ye—yes I think so," Sam winced a little. She didn't think her was shoulder bleeding much. At least she didn't see any blood coming from her shirt. But oh did she feel dizzy.

She pressed her face against him. He smelled like cedar and coffee. Oh it was heavenly!

Hold it right there Samantha Anne! You just almost had a fatal accident and you're thinking of how Kit Ely smells? You must be dilerious.

Jake came up beside them with a sour expression.

Kit set Sam upon her feet gently. Her knees shook violently and she grabbed onto Kit's arm quickly. She didn't think she could walk the way she was feeling.

"Sam?" Jake asked, seeing her wobble.

Sam's legs collapsed much to her frustration and she would have toppled if Kit hadn't caught her in time.

"Oh!" Sam gushed, peering into Kit's intense brown eyes. He stared at her with concern.

"Do you think you should lay down?" Kit's arms held her up securely.

Sam bit her lip. She knew she needed to but she didn't want to. Not at all!

"Yes she does," Jake retorted, a little possessively which made Kit look over at him with a annoyed expression.

Sam couldn't argue with Jake. What he said was true so she just nodded.

"Alright then," Kit lifted her up in his arms and started toward the house leaving a very jealous Jake. A jealous Jake who immediately trotted after his older brother and best friend.

Sam was fighting over a dizzy spell as Kit kicked the screen door open and carried her to the living room and gently deposited her on the couch.

"You're not okay," Kit announced, seeing her dizzied expression. His hand went to her shoulder unconsciously.

"Ow!" Sam screeched, accusingly. Her shoulder felt like it was on fire.

Kit frowned and rolled her sleeve up to inspect.

Sam squirmed nervously. She didn't like being touched so near her wound. She looked over at her shoulder and gasped. A perfect set of teeth marks marred her shoulder in a series of nasty and bloody cuts.

Jake sidled in the living room and paused by the couch as he saw Sam's arm. His expression was full of horror. "Sam!"

"It's just a few cuts. No biggie," Sam tried to sound casual even though she felt faint.

Kit gave her a 'yeah-right' look before turning over to Jake. "Can you get a hold of a first-aid kit around here?"

Sam groaned. The words first-aid kit meant rubbing alcohol and she hated that stuff. It burned so badly.

Jake nodded and set off to the upstairs bathroom.

Kit kept Sam's t-shirt sleeve rolled up and her arm ready to clean.

Sam frowned still thinking of that antiseptic as she looked up at Kit. He was looking at her curiously. She wondered what in the world he was thinking.

Jake came back holding a purple first-aid kit. His spurs chimed as he hurriedly walked back to the two at the couch.

Kit eye's swiveled over to Jake and he took the first-aid from him quickly.

Sam watched as he started pouring alcohol onto a cloth and made a worried sound.

"It'll be over in a few seconds," Kit promised just as he put it against her arm and patted gently.

Sam cringed, squeezing her eyes shut. It stung of coarse but it could've been worse indeed.

"There," Kit gave her hand a little squeeze. He started to get the gauze out.

Jake watched them and was feeling like he was invisible. He might as well be. It seemed his brother was quite taken by the mature and older Samantha Forster. As for Sam he could tell was quite taken by Kit also. Most girls were, he thought with a grimace.

He decided he would quietly leave the house. He didn't belong in this setting. It seemed to be a special moment between only Kit and Sam. No one else in the room mattered to them.

Kit ripped some gauze and folded it and placed it on Sam's shoulder before using some gauze tap.

"Thank you, Kit," Sam gave a small smile of thanks to him.

"No thanks needed," Kit shrugged, putting away the supplies.

"Y—you might've saved my life—out there," Sam stammered in emotion. Saying thank you wasn't even enough for him in her opinion.

Kit's brown eyes held hers for a few seconds. Suddenly he stretched out his hand and brushed it against her cheek ever so softly.

It was as if electricity went through Sam's body. It shocked her so bad. The way he looked at her as if she was the most precious thing in the world.

Despite being dizzy, Sam jumped up quickly and fled from the living room up to her room in a mad dash, leaving a very confused Kit Ely.

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