Ty had parked Amy's truck in front of his workshop where he had all the tools he ever needed for everything. Like she had said, he was the type that liked to work with his hands - and apparently save damsels in distress, too. But it was what he had done for a long time now and probably one of the few things he knew he was good at. Ty also liked the quiet, it gave him room to think. For a man with such an uneventful present, he had a very colorful past to keep his mind occupied even to this day.

"Yeah, I can see what the problem is. I don't know how much you know about trucks and how detailed you want me to be on this, but you're gonna need a new part for it," Ty said and wiped his hand to an oily rag as he walked over to Amy who was leaning against the door of her old Chevy, staring out toward the black horse in the field.

For a while she watched Ty fiddle with things beneath the hood, turning the key for him a few times while he checked this or that, but her lack of expertise in this area made her pretty useless and rather bored. So she kept herself busy by studying Spartan, who wasn't doing much of anything except grazing and swishing his tail at flies, occasionally wandering to a new patch of grass or giving his onyx coat a shake. That too was pretty uneventful and more prone to put anyone to sleep, but he had Amy's mind pulled in and tuned right to him until Ty spoke up. "Well you could try to impress me with all of the technical lingo, but let's just assume I'm not mechanically inclined and won't understand." She smiled, brushing a few loose strands of hair out of her face to tuck behind her ear in the slight breeze. "So, this part: how long do you think it'll take to get and replace?"

"I'd have to check online. That's the fastest way to get one," Ty said. "But if they have them in stock, it'll probably take about four days, give or take. If not, might take longer."

Four days? Amy stared at him. She wasn't very truck savvy but did know that if she'd been back home they could have had the part delivered that same day and she'd be ready to go by the next. Once again she was reminded of just how far from the city she traveled and how out of touch she was with her country roots. "Well, I guess I don't have much choice, seeing as that's my way out of here," Amy sighed, not really upset about being stuck in Hudson, but more with the fact that she didn't have a way to get around. It wasn't so bad in the city when everything was within walking distance or a short SkyTrain ride away, but around here you needed your own mode of transport whether it be a truck or horse, and at the moment Amy had neither.

Ty turned his gaze at Spartan. He had noticed that Amy's eyes had been fixed on the horse almost ever since they had got back here with her truck. It was like she was studying him, even though it was easy to take in everything you could see of him within minutes since he didn't move around much.

"You interested in horses?" he asked and nodded toward Spartan.

Amy looked back toward the horse, hesitating a moment before she lifted a shoulder. "I used to be. I grew up around them, but when I moved to the city I had to let that part of my life go. Vancouver's not exactly prime horse country unless you're a cop." Amy tipped her head toward Ty with a smile and slight lift of her brow before returning her gaze to the gelding again. "I was just wondering what you plan on doing with him. I don't imagine you can just leave him out there forever."

"Good question. Have to admit I don't really know. I'm hoping there's something I can do, but like I said earlier, I don't really know anything about horses," Ty said and watched how Spartan moved to find water to drink from an old tub Ty had taken to the field. "I suppose I could talk to the vet again, ask if he knows someone, like a horse expert or what do you call them, wranglers, I think," he soon recalled. "I don't wanna sell him either, unless I know they are gonna take good care of him. Don't want him to end up in a meat truck unless there is some other way."

He had somehow grown attached with Spartan, even though they had not been off to a good start. There was something tragic about a horse left behind, something that he could relate to. People often said animals were just animals, they were not human and therefore you shouldn't get your feelings mixed up with them, but Ty couldn't help but feel some sort of connection with this gelding. The horse had no way to make his voice heard, so he figured he could try to do that for him. Spartan was getting better, physically at least. Now he just needed help to overcome his demons. He needed someone to have faith in him.

Amy had to agree that a meat truck was an absolute last resort and even then she'd sooner just leave the horse out there in the field than resort to that, but she was raised with the understanding that not all horses could be saved, no matter how hard you tried to help them, but the comfort was in trying and knowing you did everything you could.

"Well, you'll never be able to sell him if you can't even get near him." From the look of it, he'd never even be able to get him out of the paddock to sell him. She continued to study the horse a moment before sighing, already feeling like she was going to regret this decision but just wasn't able to let it go. "If you want, I can try to do something with him. It's been a while and I can't guarantee anything, but there's no harm in trying, right? Besides, I need to do something to keep me busy until my truck is fixed."

Ty looked at the horse and then back at Amy. He kept repeating Amy's proposal in his head. It did sound ideal and if he would have been a fool, he would have said "yes" right away. But he knew Spartan and he knew that he wasn't just going to let Amy get herself killed just because she offered him what seemed like an easy way out.

"I don't know… I don't feel good about letting you close to him. When I said he was dangerous, I wasn't kidding. You could get seriously hurt," he repeated the point he had made many times already.

"Maybe, but so could any vet or wrangler you might call out here." His concern was understandable, but what Ty didn't seem to realize was that she knew more about what she was offering than any vet or horse expert around probably did.

Removing her eyes from the horse, Amy shifted her body to face Ty head on. "You say that horse needs to regain his trust in humans. So maybe we can start by setting an example for him with you trusting me and giving me the chance to see what I can do." If anything. If she even had that same intuition her mother claimed she possessed all of these years and it hadn't disappeared when she sealed that part of her life away.

Ty looked down at Amy. She was a little bit shorter than him, but somehow her stance must have made her few inches taller, or Ty was just not comfortable having people so close to him all of a sudden, because he had to take a step back to keep himself comfortable around her.

"Uh… okay. But I want that on paper," he pointed a finger on her, "where it says you understood the danger you were about to set yourself in and that you take full responsibility with whatever it was you were about to do. Because I'm not going to jail because of that horse. Or you, for that matter."

Ty's abrupt change in demeanor startled her as she listened, confused, and even a little bit insulted, as he told her how it was going to be. Her face fell into a resentful frown, not appreciating his tone or the fact that he was telling her what to do. "That's a little extreme, don't you think?" Jail? Amy didn't understand what that had to do with trying to help his horse, but it wasn't hard to figure out that maybe that's not exactly what he was referring to. "I'm just trying to help. If I get hurt, then that's my own fault. I'm not some horse crazy girl who thinks that just because she rode a few times at summer camp she knows everything. But, if you don't want my help then fine, give me a lift back to town and call me when my truck is fixed." Stepping away from Ty, Amy strode over to his truck and climbed in, shutting the door with some force.

Ty sighed and realized how he might have come off. He waited a while, picked himself up and walked over to Amy. She stared ahead, her gaze hard and her mouth pressed into a thin line, not bothering to acknowledge his presence.

"Sorry about that…" he started off. "It's just…" Ty wanted to tell her everything, but was afraid he might scare her off - and besides, why would she even care about what he would tell her in the first place. "It's hard to prove we made some kind of agreement if he smashes your head in and your family sues me for it. I don't think you are thinking too highly of yourself, you don't seem like the type."

After clenching her jaw, Amy swung her eyes around to scowl at him. "But I seem like the type to blame others for my own stupid mistakes?" She snapped at him, feeling like this was the same argument she had just one too many times.

For Ty it felt like this was coming from someplace else than just from what they had just talked about. He couldn't figure out what to say, so Ty thought he would just leave it for now, since he didn't actually know Amy at all or if this whole argument was even worth fighting over. Maybe he would seem like a jerk to her, but he didn't have anything to lose. It was not like he would have been seeking out Amy's help, so he was still in square one with Spartan. Nothing had changed.

Ty pulled his keys from his pocket and ordered Remi to stay before getting into his truck. He sat there for a while, sighed, and then started the engine.

"I'll drop you off and give you a call when the truck is done", he just said and headed back to the town.