"Are you alright, ma'am?" Buzz asked, turning from Woody to Jessie.

"I am better, thank ya fer askin'." Jessie replied. She wiped her face off and turned to Woody, "i'll be in the kitchen." She departed the room, edging past Buzz, who shuffled out of her way.

Buzz took a step towards Woody, who had to leap forward to keep him from falling. As Woody guided Buzz towards a chair, Buzz began to speak. "She looks very familiar." Buzz commented. His eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated. "Nothing." He sighed. "This is so..."

"Frustrating?" Woody prompted. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

"No kidding." Buzz chuckled darkly.

"Woody?" Jessie's voice echoed through the small house. "Can you come in here for a moment?"

"On my way." He called back. He turned to Buzz as he stared toward the doorway. "Now you stay there! I don't want you to collapse." Buzz nodded, and Woody disappeared down the hallway.

"Why does she look so familiar?" Buzz wondered. He racked his brain, but he saw nothing besides those angelic green eyes, and that lovely long, red hair. She was decently pretty, but he could tell that she was a rough-and-tumble kind of girl. He shook his head. I have a mission. He thought. This thought surprised him. "Do I?" He asked himself aloud. He thought for a minute. Well, it must not have been that important, Buzz decided, Since I can't remember it... He shrugged.

Woody came back into the parlor with a slight grimace on his face. "Jessie says that you can stay." He smiled apologetically.

"But?" Buzz could tell that there was a provision to this offer.

"There's a barn-raising next week, and you have to go as her..." He gulped, "partner."

"Alright." Buzz agreed. Woody looked surprised. "I have one question though."

"Shoot."

"What's a barn-raising?"

That evening, Jessie made a light broth for Buzz, who had slept in the spare room for the larger part of the day. Woody was out with Bo to make up for running out on her earlier.

To Buzz, the broth was the best thing that he had ever tasted. He cautiously got out of bed, and found himself a great deal steadier than he was that morning. He smiled.

"I'll find Jessie and thank her for her hospitality."

He began to search the house. She wasn't in the parlor, nor the kitchen. Next he went up to the upstairs bedrooms. No dice. He looked out the window in his room and onto the yard. He could see the corral next to the jail from where he stood, and he thought that there was some movement out there that didn't belong to a horse. He cautiously went outside, and slowly approached the corral.

"Jessie?" He called out.

"What do you want?" She called back. Her voice shook a little.

"Are you alright?"

No answer. He slowly opened the gate, but he didn't see her. He searched for her in the fading twilight, and he finally found her sitting in the darkest corner of the corral, feeding bits of grass to the large brown horse in front of her.

Buzz sat down beside her. "What's his name?" He asked, indicating the horse. He could see that last rays of the dying sun shine off of the tears on her cheeks.

"Bullseye." She said softly.

"Well, hello Bullseye." Buzz offered up a piece of grass and, after a moment of examination, it was gobbled up by the horse.

"Amazing," Jessie breathed, "he doesn't really like anyone other than me and Woody." She smiled at him.

"That's better." Buzz said.

"What?"

"You're so much prettier when you smile." Buzz replied. He could see a slight blush creep across Jessie's cheeks. "So," he changed the subject. "You're not going to hang around here all night, are you?"

"What do you mean?" Jessie asked, confused.

"Aren't you going to go into town or something?"

"Why should I?"

"A beautiful girl like you should have a hundred admirers." Buzz said softly.

Jessie laughed. "Not exactly."

Buzz stood. "Then, seeing as you're free, would you like to give me a tour of the town?" He held out his hand.

She thought for a moment, "I dunno..."

"It's just a walk." He said softly

She looked up at him. "Alright." She took his hand.