(Miruna's P.O.V.)

I woke up feeling dry, warm heat upon my face as dust blew up as I exhaled, noticing that I was laying upon arid, semi-hard desert-land, and seeing Bruce waking up as well. However, I was shocked, for Bruce became 3-D, live action, and I blinked, realizing that I was the same, yet I saw that our clothes has slightly has changed. I had boots on, and a semi-worn cowgirl hat, old style. Bruce had khakis, a couple of knives in his belt, and a sharp cowboy hat as well. I used my enhanced eyesight to see that we are in view of railroad tracks, and I got up, adjusting my knapsack, and hat, as the child gave a kick like I just interrupted its nap.

"Sorry, little one. We're just trying to figure out where we are.". I spoke softly. Bruce glanced up from looking at his knives, and brought out Blucher's knife, and I raised a eyebrow. Bruce replied, "Better safe than sorry, and besides, I am more comfortable with knives than guns, you know that.".

I nodded, "Okay, Bruce. We better follow these tracks nearby, as we could find a town sooner or later.". We proceeded on, grateful that we had the idea of canteens in the knapsacks, drinking occasionally, more for me since I am the pregnant one in this situation. I figured we walked about a hour when we saw signs of civilization, and I was shocked per sec when I saw the town. I breathed out, "Hill Valley.".

"You know this place?". Bruce asked quietly. I smirked, "Know it? I was practically tooting to hope that I could get here someday ever since I saw it. Bruce got the gist, "You better explain everything once we get some privacy.".

I smiled, "Don't worry, if the time's right, then they should be here, one or the other.".

"And who should we be looking for?". Bruce asked. "The blacksmith. Your story is that you're looking for a trade, hoping to be a apprentice, looking for a better life for us. My story is that I was in trouble until you came into the picture, and we got hitched, came here to Hill Valley with you.". Bruce nodded before we entered Hill Valley through the train entryway, amazed yet a bit wary as I looked at everything, everywhere. Bruce was more warier, a bit paranoid, yet I could see a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

Bruce whispered lowly, "We're the Waynes, yeah?". I nodded slightly. I whispered back, "Remember they call it mister and missus here; sir and ma'am for respect.". Bruce glanced to say that he understood.

We soon saw the sheriff's office, happy to see that it's open. We came in, vaguely recognizing Marshal Strickland talking with the Sheriff. "Ah, we have company. How do we help you?". asked Strickland. Bruce replied humbly. "Sir, I am Bruce Wayne, and the missus here is my wife, Miruna Wayne. We are fixing to settle here in Hill Valley on hopes for myself finding a trade here to be in a apprenticeship.".

The Sheriff gave a hum at that, "I believe we have two openings here in Hill Valley. I hear that the Livery have need of a stable-hand, and did the blacksmith say that he would like some extra help at his shop?".

Strickland nodded, "Emmett did say that at last month's meeting.". Bruce gave me a side glance, and I gestured slightly for him to go ahead.

Bruce replied, "The stable-hand opening sounds intriguing, but I am afraid I am rather able to do metals, so I would like to meet this blacksmith. Could you care to tell me of his place so I can meet him?".

"I will do you one better. I will take you there.". said Strickland. The sheriff nodded, "Well said, sir.". I smiled gratefully at Strickland, and he tilted his hat in respect, giving back a stiff smile. Bruce gently took my arm as he led out, ourselves following Strickland. People greeted Strickland and gave us some curious looks and also some disgusted looks as well.

I, of course, gave respect and courtesy whenever I can, and Strickland told us that we are close by, when suddenly we heard a holler, and a wild neigh. "Horse on the Loose!". We turned around to see what's going on apparently, and we saw the horse running up too fast in a turn, frantic eyes darting around, and nervous whickers coming out. I looked around, and saw some rope nearby. I looked between the horse and the coming up cart that was in its way. In a swift moment, I grabbed the rope, and gave it a rustic twirl, then threw it accurately over the horse's head, and the rope caught up.

I whistled shrilly to grab its attention, "Whoa, easy, big guy!". I then gave it a vocalization song for it to calm down, and as I came closer, I shushed quietly, speaking loudly yet gently.

"It's all right, you're okay. I got you. I got you, big guy. I'm here. I'm here. Yeah, you see me and I see you. It's okay, fella.". I smiled as I gave it the opportunity to sniff my hand, and it settled down enough as I patted it down gently on its neck.

I heard a comment from Bruce, "That's my wife, Marshal. Isn't she amazing?". The Marshal must have approved, "I believe you will settle down here just fine.". The owner of the horse came forward, "You got it tamed!" in a surprised tone.

I spoke softly, "He from the wild?". The man nodded, "He's the wildest, stubbornest horse I've ever seen, yet you have tamed him over. How did you do that?!".

I glared harshly, "With patience and soft tidings, which you apparently have not done, for you have stressed him over.". The man growled politely, "Ma'am, it's the proper way to break him in with stress and discipline, not that soft heart loving thing you done.".

Bruce defended me, "That's my wife you're speaking to, and apparently, she had done the right thing to save this horse from trampling over that poor apple cart, otherwise you would've have paid for the expenses of it.".

Strickland spoke up, "I believe something has to be paid up for this mess through here, Mr. Yeygers.". Murmurs of agreement came around in the distinct crowd around us.

Mr. Yeygers widened his eyes, "I had done caught that horse with no expense!". I spoke, "Then, you would be interested in a bargain?".

"You want the horse?". He asked in surprise. I nodded, and I glanced to Bruce, and he sighed, drawing his knapsack over and opening it, hearing a mutter, "Where was it again?".

"You put it in the side, dear, under the papers.". I replied bluntly. Bruce nodded, and a smile adorned his face as he showed that he found it, bringing it up to reveal the jade jeweled pin. Strickland and Mr. Yeygers widened their eyes, and we heard awed whispers. I said with a nod, "The pin for the horse, Mr. Yeygers, sir.".

Bruce gave the pin to Mr. Yeygers who looked very close at it, gave it a weigh test, and even a bite test, before bringing out his hand for me to shake.

"Is the bargain struck, ma'am?". he asked politely. I nodded with no hesitation and shook his hand, "Yes, it's a bargain.". He nodded and tilted his hat, before he left through the crowd.

"That was a old artifact of my great-grandmother. I never really needed it, anyhow.". I replied to Strickland's silent question. Strickland nodded, and replied, "Then we must keep on, and keep your eye on your new horse, Missus Wayne.".

I smiled, "Don't worry, this horse will be cared of, I assure you that.". Strickland gave a hum at that, and led us as I gently guided my newly purchased horse. Bruce whispered, "You still surprise me these days.". I gave a sly wink, "What can I say, dear?". He smiled at me, and looked at my horse, which is a magnificent, slightly rugged dark brown bay Morgan horse. "For now, what will you call him, love?".

I patted his neck, his warm brown eyes looking at me with curiosity yet wary hope. I smiled, "His name shall be Gael, its meaning is 'wild'. Bruce nodded approvingly, and Gael gave me a nuzzle on my cheek, and a glance at my prominent pregnant belly. "Yes, wild boy, you shall keep us safe until I get you home soon, I promise.". Gael nickered thankfully at that, and I gave a giggle, as I followed Bruce and the Marshal, knowing things will be exciting around here with some peace here and there.