As she suspected, and kind of hoped, kissing Ty did in fact keep the nightmares away for the remainder of the night. It kept sleep away, too. Amy laid on the couch for a long time staring blankly into the dark room, using Remi as a sort of security blanket. Though there was great therapy in animals, petting the shepherd couldn't help her figure out her newly conflicted emotions and confused thoughts. By the time Amy did drift off to sleep just before the sun peeked through the windows, she was struck with the realization that she was only going to be around for another two days at best. Then she would be on her way again. Kissing and running wasn't fair and Amy was afraid she might have just made a huge mistake.

She stirred a couple of hours later to Remi licking her hand that was still hanging over the edge of the couch from when she'd been stroking the dog. Morning light illuminated the house in a warm glow as Amy opened her eyes to a pair of soft brown ones. "G'morning, girl," she grumbled with a sleepy smile as she pushed herself up and followed the smell off coffee to the kitchen where she expected to find Ty. Her second good morning died on her lips when she saw it was vacant and in place of the person was a note taped to the coffee maker in his scrawl. Help yourself to whatever you can find. Check expiration dates. The warning made her smile in amusement while she poured herself a cup of coffee and opened the fridge to see just what kind of food Ty managed to scavenge from the grocery store. She ended up helping herself to a bowl of cereal (after giving the milk a cautionary sniff) before going to change back into her clothes from the day before.

Considering she didn't run into Ty during her time inside, Amy assumed that meant he was outside and wandered out into the morning to find him, leaving the door open for his dog to tag along. Though the clanging of metal was easy to follow, Amy trailed behind Remi as the canine led her to her owner and someone else Amy had yet to meet. But it wasn't the curly-haired cowboy that had her attention, rather the large metal panels he was helping to set up. Wow, Ty really was efficient.

"Good morning," she called to get his attention, though she hadn't exactly been stealthy with her approach.

"Morning," Ty said, a rush of images from last night going through his head at the sight of Amy. He wasn't sure how to act around her, but he tried to keep his cool.

"Well damn, Borden, you said she was pretty, but your words didn't do justice," Caleb Odell, a cowboy who lived just few miles away from Ty's place laughed and stopped what he was doing. He dragged his equipment with him as he walked over to Amy, checking out Ty's reaction. Ty shot an annoyed glance at him, but blushed a little at the same time. He had hardly mentioned Amy to Caleb, just that he was having someone over and she was going to help with his horse, and that was why they needed this temporary pen for Spartan. Caleb's words would probably make Amy think that Ty was mouthing everything about her to random strangers. "Just kidding," he laughed as he noticed Ty's glare. "You must be the horse whisperer. Caleb Odell, nice to meet you."

Extending his hand for Amy to shake, Caleb took a quick look at the blonde. Just because he was married, didn't mean he couldn't still enjoy beautiful things - just as long as his wife wouldn't find out…

Amy fumbled when Caleb reiterated Ty's words to him, wondering what exactly it was he'd said to his friend while she was inside asleep. Did he mention the kiss? Her eyes drifted from Ty just before she reached out to take Caleb's hand. "Likewise. I'm Amy, but I'm afraid I can't say he said the same about you," she teased lightly, turning her amused smile onto Ty again when their welcoming shake ended. She hadn't even been entirely convinced Ty had any kind of social life, but that could be because she'd pretty much hijacked all of his time over the last few days, leaving very little for his real friends. It was nice to see that he wasn't totally alone out there in the middle of nowhere.

"I live nearby. I'm kind of a neighbor, if you will. That's what we call people even though they live kilometers away from you," Caleb laughed. "We share the land line and Ty here helps me with the fences sometimes. He's quite handy but not much of a talker. Ideal for me, since I'm not that good with my hands and talk too much."

"You're not bad. I mean, you can hold a hammer," Ty stepped into the conversation, "but less yapping wouldn't hurt," he teased, giving back about Caleb's comment where he had supposedly been spilling everything about Amy.

"Hah, okay, fair enough," Caleb took it with a humor, giving him a friendly glance and then looking back to Amy. "So, Ty tells me you've been good with that horse of his." He nodded toward Spartan who was no closer to the fence at his field, since they had a small distance between and the horse was curious as to what the men were building. "You look like you're still in one piece. What's your secret?" Caleb wanted to know. "I tried to approach him few times, but I soon realized I'm not suicidal. I'm kind of a fan of my dear life."

"There's no secret," Amy told him, peering through the morning sun at the horse. "It's just intuition - horse sense. You learn to read their body language and they'll eventually tell you what you need to know. Spartan's no more dangerous than one of these fence panels falling over and hitting you in the head. Either one would be your own fault for being clumsy or impatient." She walked over to wrap her hand around the cool metal, giving it a tug to test that it was securely in place. "Thank you for helping with this, by the way. I just hope it'll work and I haven't wasted your time and resources." Amy could talk all she wanted about how horses could be so misunderstood and with the right attitude the problems they had could be helped, even fixed, but the truth was they were as unpredictable as any human and much more flighty being that they were prey animals and fairly low on the food chain. Running was their only defense until, as Amy intended to do to Spartan, it was taken away and they were forced to make the decision to fight or give in.

"Not a problem," Caleb said. "We just have few more things to do before it's secure." He got back to it even though he had lot of questions to ask Amy. But then again, Caleb figured he could stick around and watch her work - see what she did for himself. As a cowboy, he too possessed some horsemanship skills, but Caleb was willing to bet Amy had a different kind of approach to handling horses than he did. Even hearing about it from Ty had captivated him.

"Did you eat anything?" Ty then worried. Caleb and he had an early start and kept going for hours, so he had not even eaten breakfast himself. Last night's pie was his latest meal, so he was slowly starting to feel a little light-headed. This happened often: an idea would strike him in the middle of the night so Ty couldn't fall asleep, which was when he would lock himself in his wood shop for hours until he could see the sun getting ready to rise behind the trees. During a creative process, losing track of time was not uncommon for him. "I left you a note, but… wasn't sure how much sleep you would get. Seeing as you seem to like sleeping in," he had to joke a little.

"Sleeping in?!" Amy exclaimed, reaching into her pocket for her cell to check the time since she hadn't bothered upon waking. "It's only… Okay, maybe I did sleep in a little," she reluctantly admitted. It wasn't that late and to be fair she'd had a bit of a rough night and wasn't used to waking up early anymore like she was growing up. "But, yes, I found your note and had some cereal." She figured that would be the simplest option given she hadn't exactly wanted to help herself to his groceries and stove to cook up a whole smorgasbord. "You could have woken me. I didn't even hear you get up." Typically, Amy was a rather light sleeper, but either Ty had taken extra care in being quiet when he woke up or she had really been that dead to the world not to hear him walk right by her.

"Well good, because it was my intention that you wouldn't wake up," Ty said. He waited a while after returning to his bedroom, drawn some basic instructions for a round pen and counted how many panels they would need for it. That way when he had gotten to Caleb's, it was easier to know what they needed to take with them.

"Then don't be complaining about my sleeping in," Amy countered, defending her late-ish morning arousal.

"Look at you two. You remind me of Ashley and I," Caleb laughed and shook his head, adding few more parts where they belonged. To him, this was amusing and he couldn't resist the teasing. Finally the most unattainable bachelor of Hudson was about to be tamed.

Ty turned his head and shot him a glance that suggested that he should just shut up for a change, but the cowboy missed it by focusing on the pen poles. This way Ty would surely just see the rear lights of Amy's truck as soon as the parts for it would arrive.

"His wife…" Ty murmured, then trying to change the subject.

"Oh," Amy nodded and backed down, wondering if they just looked to Caleb as he and Ty looked to her a moment ago with their bantering.

"Could you go check on Spartan? We should be done soon and I just want to make sure he's okay for this."

"Yeah." Amy answered, almost feeling like she was being dismissed so she wouldn't hear Ty's foot being shoved up Caleb's ass. He might have been oblivious to the warning looks Ty was throwing his direction, but Amy wasn't. She stepped away and hooked her thumbs into the rear pockets of her jeans on her walk across the field, twisting to throw a look back at the two men in hopes of catching some part of their subsequent conversation before it would become too obvious that she was trying to eavesdrop. Eventually she was too far away to bother to try and the black gelding that loomed ahead stole her attention.

"I'll pay you for this and I'll pay you extra if you just keep your mouth shut about Amy and I, okay?" Ty almost demanded. Caleb seemed confused.

"Okay, chill, man. I was just joking…" Caleb rolled his eyes.

"Let's— just finish this," Ty sighed in frustration and channeled his energy into finishing the pen.