When Amy had sent Bryce on his way, she walked to the barn where Mitch and Lyndy were playing. Since Mitch had Harley's tack laid out and his saddle hoisted on his level for the cleaning, the man had adjusted Lyndy on top of it and now gently rocked the saddle, as if she was really riding.

"What's happening here?" Amy asked, smiling when she saw the scene in front of her. Lyndy had a huge smile on her face and she held the reins on her tiny fists, flapping them excitedly, almost like giving more cues to her imaginary horse.

"Oh, you know, just learning how to be a barrel racer. No big deal", Mitch explained, a playful tone in his voice. "She's really good too. Before you know it, she'll be competing."

"She'd love that", Amy hummed, taking out her phone so she could take a picture of this whole thing. "Ever since she got on her feet, it's been almost impossible to stop her. Getting an extension from a horse... she could go even faster", she added, tilting her head a little.

"That's why we named the horse "Flash"", Mitch explained. "I'm telling ya, these two are unstoppable!"

"I can see that", Amy said, then looking at Mitch and putting her phone away. "You are really good with kids - and they seem to like you. Even Katie and Georgie. Do you have any siblings or where does it come from?"

"No, just me", Mitch explained. "Well, I had Zach, he was almost like a brother to me, but... we were the same age, so we took turns with the whole big brother - little brother thing, depending what was going on. I don't know; I guess I'm naturally playful and children tend to like that." He shrugged.

"Well, I appreciate it, and Lyndy does too, I can tell", Amy said. "Thanks for helping me with her."

"It's really not a problem", Mitch downplayed it, but was eager to know how Amy had done with the client. "So... how did it go with that guy? You knew him from before?" he asked, realizing Hudson wasn't a big place, but he had not realized Amy knew the guy personally.

"Yeah. He's sort of been my client before", Amy shared. "He had a horse he wanted to sell, but I could tell that he wasn't ready to depart from him just yet. So, I helped them re-establish their relationship and it actually helped him to create a business for himself."

"Oh, wow." Mitch was impressed. "So, not only did you help him, but you created his business, too... Pretty impressive. No wonder why he has come back."

"Well, he did most of the heavy lifting himself", Amy gave Bryce credit, even if she had helped. "And since then, we've seen few times because I re-homed one of the horses I worked with - after he had been abused - to his ranch. Now that horse is helping him with his business, too. And soon, Harley might be as well."

"Sounds good. What's his business?" Mitch was curious.

"He gives roping lessons", Amy told him.

"Roping lessons...?" Mitch checked. He seemed a little uncomfortable, not knowing how to ask more about it, seeing a man in a wheelchair wasn't what he usually pictured to be someone who knew something about roping on a horse.

Amy could tell Mitch was having hard time understanding the concept, but it was nothing knew. Not many people knew some paralyzed people could still ride, let alone rope. But Bryce was helping to break any stereotypes there was about people in wheelchair not being able to have an active life.

"He used to be a cowboy himself. Then he went to Afghanistan and lost the ability to use his legs. That's kind of why he came to me with his horse, too. He didn't think he could ride again, not to mention rope, but I was able to show him that it's still possible. And now he's helping other people with wheelchairs to get back on their horse and gain back their confidence."

"I didn't know that", Mitch admitted. "But that's amazing."

When Amy kept looking at Mitch, she could tell the whole thing about the wheelchair and roping wasn't the only thing circling on his mind.

"Actually..." she began and pulled the flyer Bryce had given her out of her back pocket. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do, but... Bryce has this group of vets who get together every now and then to talk about their experiences over the seas among other things."

She handed Mitch the flyer. The man took it and looked at it, feeling a little bit nervous.

"Maybe something to think about?" Amy suggested carefully. She realized this wasn't something people really went in for with much excitement, because all kinds of hurtful things could resurface in a group like that. But what Bryce had said echoed inside her mind and if something like this could help Mitch, she wanted to let him know the help was out there.

Mitch was a little confused. "But... I'm not in a wheelchair?"

"It's not just for people who use wheelchairs. It's for people who used to be in the army", Amy said, pointing toward a text that she had seen telling about it. "The war can do all kind of damage, both mental and physical. It's important for veterans to have someone to talk to - and sometimes not even that, just someone who can be there and who you don't have to explain things to."

"Thanks..." Mitch said. He appreciated the thought, even if going to a group scared him a little bit and he wasn't sure if he was ready to open up to anyone.

"I know I don't have a knowledge of any kind of what you've been through or what those other vets have experienced, but I know what it's like to have someone around who is just... there and who accepts that you might not want to talk about some particular thing at all times and that sometimes you just want to exist without it, you know", Amy explained, looking meaningfully at Mitch. "And it can make a big difference."

Mitch smiled a little as he was happy he had been able to help Amy even just a little by being around and being himself.

"But... that's that", Amy decided she didn't want to wallow on it, and Mitch probably didn't want either. "Can I ask you something?"

"What is it...?" Mitch asked cautiously, wondering what she was going to ask, given their previous topic.

"How good are you with driving ATV?" Amy asked with a smirk.

"I'm okay. Why...?" Mitch wondered.

"Well, I was wondering if you could help me get Harley in shape", Amy explained. "Bryce wants a roping horse. Harley's okay with someone roping on his back and chasing cattle, but he hasn't exactly experienced both of those things at the same time, at least not often, so I need to train him and get him ready for what Bryce is going to do with him."

"And you want me to drive the ATV?" Mitch guessed as much.

"Yes. But not necessarily today", Amy said, knowing Mitch had his hands full with the tack and other chores. "I'm going to see how Harley feels about the roping part first, then rope a still fake-calf, and only then are we ready to move on with the ATV. So, might take couple of days, depending how Harley will feel about the first two parts. Are you down?"

"Yeah, sure, why not", Mitch said, nodding. "I've never gotten to do all that actually, so it could be a fun experience. Let me know when you need me."

"I will", Amy said, then taking Lyndy off the saddle even though she protested a little. "I'll take Lyndy inside with Grandpa, seeing we both have our hands full here."

"Alright. I'll see you later. - Bye, Lyndy." He waved the girl goodbye and watched as Amy and Lyndy left the barn.

He then took a better look at the flyer, wondering what he was going to do with it. Maybe he could mull over the whole thing for few days - it was not like it was going to make any difference at this point. It made him feel exposed to know someone knew about his PTSD, but at the same time, he felt like he could trust Amy with that. And now, she had offered him an option to find his way out, but at the same time not expected him to say yes or pressure him. Even that helped him a little, knowing that support was there if he ever needed it.