Amy sat back in the seat, staring out of her window, still fuming over their altercation though didn't really know why exactly she was so upset over it. They didn't even know each other and it was his horse to do with what he pleased. The only reason Amy was even there was because he offered to fix her truck and he'd invited her to come along. She could have just stayed in town, maybe hung around Maggie's and kept Soraya company for a while and found ways to keep herself occupied. Instead, she chose to seek other company, and, okay, maybe to be a little nosy, too. But, she'd only been offering to take a closer look at his horse and Ty acted like she was trying to pull some sort of a scam. Amy had no idea where he got that from 'let me see what I can do' but no matter how it came about, his reaction struck a nerve. All he had to say was 'no'. Granted, that might not have been enough for Amy to back down, but it would have worked a lot better than his chosen approach. Now, they were stuck in an uncomfortable silence while Ty honored her request to take her back to town where it would probably be best she remained.

Ty parked his truck back where it had been earlier that day. He turned the keys to stop the engine running and sat there, staring ahead for a while until he shifted his eyes toward Amy.

"Look, I didn't mean to upset you or make you feel like I was blaming you about something. I've been hermitting in the woods for a while, I don't know how to act around people," Ty explained, causing Amy raise her brow with a slight shake of her head, thinking it was a pretty weak excuse, as she continued to stare out of the window. "I wasn't blaming you for my problems, that's not what I was trying to do. I was trying to keep you safe. It was nice of you to offer help, since I think we can both agree that Spartan needs it. So, thanks for that."

He didn't expect Amy to say anything else, but he had been going back and forth with what he would say to her before she would leave throughout the drive. It had started to feel like he had to say something, not because of himself but because Amy was a nice girl and she didn't deserve to be hurt by his lack of social skills.

Amy didn't think he meant to sound patronizing, but he sort of did in that moment by trying to tell her he just wanted to keep her safe. If she was worried about being safe, she wouldn't have offered to work with this horse he claimed to be unmanageable, never having met the horse or any idea of what she was getting into. Maybe Ty was seeing her as reckless with some sort of death wish because, really, who in their right mind would volunteer to put themselves in danger like that. But she knew what she was doing. Or, would have hoped she did, but he didn't necessarily need to know that.

"It's fine," Amy answered after a beat of silence, casting a sidelong glance his way but still refraining from looking him head on. She realized it wasn't her place to argue. If he didn't want her near the horse, then she had to honor that. Honestly, he was probably doing her a favor. She didn't really need to go dredging up her past, even though it was obvious that old habits never did truly die. She saw a horse in need and wanted to see if she could help. "He's your horse and you don't know me so for all you know I could be out looking for a decent pay day. Although, I don't know what kind of psycho would get themselves killed for money, but, whatever." She tried not to be rude, but her tone was a bit sharp as she shrugged dismissively, shifting to grab the handle and make her escape. "Anyway, thanks for the ride."

Ty couldn't help but wonder what he had set off in Amy to have a reaction like that. Or maybe he was just too dumb understand how people worked.

"Hey…" he tried to stop her before she left. Amy paused with the door partway open, her body turned away from Ty as she made the move to climb out, but remained just inside the truck to hear him out.

"I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry. Could I interest you in Maggie's burgers? One of the best burgers in the country," Ty tried to soften the offer with a smile. "My treat."

Sighing, Amy's eyes rolled toward the sky. She was hungry, but not enough to try to endure sitting through a whole meal with Ty. Especially not when it would more than likely be spent in an uncomfortable silence. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she could see his attempt to convince her with a light smile, Amy guessing his way of an apology.

"You should probably use that money on the parts for my truck. See you," she declined gently, sliding out and closing the door.

Ty's smile dropped as he saw how Amy got out of the truck, without setting another glance at him. He sighed, took out the keys and stepped outside. Well, even if Amy wasn't interested in having burgers, he was still hungry and would go to get himself a bite.

As he was heading to Maggie's, Ty noticed his eyes still followed Amy when she made her way to her motel. It took him a little while to realize what his body was doing on its own and he shook his head to snap out of it.

Resisting the urge to look back, Amy kept herself occupied as she headed down the street by fishing her room key from her pocket. She forced her eyes on the sidewalk ahead of her until she rounded the corner and the motel came into view. The idea of closing herself up in the small room just about made her turn around and accept Ty's offer after all. However, Amy's legs continued to carry her to the door with the brass number five. Pushing it shut behind her, Amy leaned back against it. Now what? She asked herself, staring into the plain room. She was still stuck there in town until her truck was running again with virtually nothing to do until then. She was used to the fast-paced living of the city. Always having something to do or somewhere to go and very rarely spending more time than necessary in her apartment. She didn't know how to be idle.

Amy moved away from the door to set her key on the dresser, digging into her pocket again for her cell. Ty's business card slipped out along with it, dropping to the ground at her feet. Amy gazed at it, folded over with that little picture of a chair staring back at her. Shaking her head, Amy bent down to pick it up and toss it absently on the dresser with her key before she climbed onto the creaky queen bed and reached for the television remote. Amy didn't watch television often unless it was having the news on to fill the silence of her apartment. This time was no different as she flipped on the local news station out of Calgary. The weather report was on, holding Amy's attention for those few minutes to see what the next four days would be like in terms of her figuring out what to do with herself. But those few minutes came and went, then leaving Amy's mind desperate for stimulation and her stomach rumbling for sustenance. She had thoughts of wandering back down to Maggie's to grab something to eat, but ultimately decided to just order in a pizza and maybe try to find a movie or something on TV to watch. As she was flipping through the phone book to find a place that would deliver, there was a knock at the door.