Hi. Filler chapter.

The two men sitting at the table turned to face the young redhead as she walked into the room. In one fluid movement, she slid onto the floral couch as she pushed back strands of her scarlet hair behind her ears.

"What's goin' on?" she asked, tugging her messy braid she had created earlier.

"Uh, nothing, Jessie," Woody hastily murmured as he got up from the table. His eyes pointed downward as he rubbed his shirt. Before Jessie could muster words in question to her brother's behavior, he suggested that they should check on their barn animals.

"Could I be of an assistance?" questioned Buzz, taking of his hat and resting it on the table, "My father use to own an entire plantation so I'm very well aware on how the agriculture system works. It was only my dad and I who would work on the fields."

"That explains them muscles…" Jessie mumbled, placing her finger over her top lip in prevention of a small giggle escaping from her mouth.

"You wanna help? Here, I'll getchu a shirt," Woody announced, heading over into a different room.

"Hopefully he isn't too scrawny for ya," Jessie whispered, referring to Woody's shirt size, "You may have to borrow one of my shirts."

"I-I'm sure I'll be fine," Buzz stammered, "It shouldn't be too snug…" Hearing footsteps, they both turned their heads to face Woody who was emerging from the hallway.

"Here," he said, throwing a shirt to Buzz, "Meet us outside."

After neatly folding his clothes, Buzz smoothed out the borrowed shirt on his body. Maybe, he considered, he could somehow escape by working a grand distance from the Pride siblings, sneaking out from their territory, and eventually finding his way to town. Approaching the two cowfolk, Buzz uncomfortably shifted his body as he halted in front of them, waiting for instructions. They both were surrounding a kettle pot that hung over a pile of logs just to the side of the house.

"Good, you're still here," Woody teased, throwing another log to the pile, "Why doncha feed the horses? There are in the barn over there. And Jessie," he touched her shoulder, "Show Buzz- er, uh Mr. Lightyear- where the horses are and stay with him."

Shoot, thought Buzz.

"C'mon," commanded Jessie as she linked her arm with his, walking towards the barn.

"Oh," Woody called out to the departing duo, "Thanks."

During their trip over to the barn, Jessie pinched some of the fabric on the shoulder of the shirt that Buzz was wearing.

"So, you saw you use to own a plantation. Did ya have horses?" she asked, looking at him. He couldn't help but compare her to the women in his town once more. With the lack of make-up and tangled hair, he would have expected himself to feel less attracted to her. But for some odd reason, he couldn't take his eyes off of her, leaving him to carefully phrase his next answer.

"Well, uh, yes we did. But I was n-never really close to them. I-I mean, I know how to ride them and control them, but I never spend much time with them." Truth of the being was he had a slight intimidation towards them ever since he was of adolescent age.

"That's so, huh? Well, maybe you can get to know our horses." Fluttering her eyelashes coyly, Buzz had nothing to say but a meek OK, unsure of what was to happen next.

"Mr. Lightyear-"

"Please call me Buzz." Odd. Never would he give up his formality so quickly.

"Alright, Buzz, what were you and my brother talkin' about while I was gone?" Buzz's uncertainty caused his answer to stick in his throat. It seemed as if Woody tried to avoid telling Jessie his plan with Buzz back at the house. "Well?" Jessie pushed.

"W-we were just discussing the plan of returning to the town and…demanding an amount of money from the mayor." Nice going.

"Money?" she questioned.

"From your grandparents…"

Here eyebrows furrowed together. "How do you know about that?"

"W-Woody told me…a-about everything."

"I can't believe Woody didn't tell me 'bout this! Why didn't he tell me this?"

"I-I don't-"

"Oh I'm gonna have a talk with that boy."

"So," Buzz interrupted, hoping to change the subject, "We finally reached the barn!"

Just in time, too… Buzz thought as he entered in the burgundy structure. Walking in, he saw two horses and chickens running throughout the barn. Jessie grabbed a beige bag and started to throw the seeds that were inside of it, causing the chickens to meet up in a pecking cluster.

"Buttercup and Bullseye have been locked up here all day," informed Jessie as she put the bag on a shelf, "They need their exercise. Went to join me on a horse ride?"

"I-I w-well-"

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," Jessie giggled, opening the gates to lead the horses out from the gates. "Could you hand me those saddles next to ya?"

Reaching for the saddles, Buzz walked over to Jessie and had a request for her.

"I haven't rode a horse in years," Buzz explained, "So could you please give me the horse that it the most even-tempered?" A mischievous smile grew on Jessie's face.

"Sure," she answered, placing a saddle on each of the horses, "In fact, you can get Bullseye."

"What in tarnations…" Woody mumbled as looked from afar. He watched Buzz cry out in fear as he rode on Bulleye, looking at the constantly moving horse figure. "Jessie!" he yelled, stopping his efforts in creating a fire from the pile of logs he made, "Why is Buzz on Bullseye? Get him off!" Raising his fingers to his mouth, Woody took a deep breath in and blew hard, causing a loud whistling noise that stopped Bulleye completely, leaving him standing calmly as Buzz caught his breath.

"Party pooper…" Jessie grumbled, assisting Buzz off of Bullseye. "You can take Buttercup. He's calmer."

Hesitant to jump on Buttercup, he finally slipped his shoe into the saddle and helped himself onto the steed's back.

"Sorry pal," Jessie apologized, nudging the side of her boot into Bullseye's side, causing them to ride closer and closer into the magenta sun, "Follow me."

Buzz followed suit.

"So, you gotta lot o' clothes back at home?" asked Jessie, starting up a conversation as Buzz caught up with her.

"I think I do. I've never really pay attention to those kind of things," he replied, relaxing his body slightly.

"Oh? So what kinda things do you pay attention to?"

"I care for my father. He recently became very frail and often times would cough if he doesn't take his medicine regularly. A couple of days ago, he hurt his hand and it is very sore."

"Is it getting better?"

"It seems to be."

"I'm sorry about that, bud."

"I also tend to look after the business. It takes up much of my time, actually."

"Are you close with your workers?"

"I try to treat them as kind as I can. Our hours aren't a severe as the other factories and we give them times off a reasonable amount. I mean, they do have families after all…"

"I see. Do you have a family?"

"What?"

Or, uh, I-I mean…," Jessie stammered, wringing her horse's strap.

"I don't have a family. Although I do wish I had one at times," Buzz clarified, unaware of Jessie's blushing cheeks, "I love to hear the laughter of children and see the smiles of newborns."

"What's stoppin' ya?"

"I don't have a wife. I get many offers-"

"I bet."

"But I have no interest in any of them. They have nothing to say. They do nothing with their lives. They don't have the experience of life and hard work because the luxuries they own have been provided to them at a very young age."

"Spoiled."

"Exactly," Buzz agreed. "What about you? Any significant others?"

"What do you think?" Buzz let out a small chuckle.

"You're right. Stupid question."

"Although it would be nice to-" She cut herself off and stopped her horse, staring at the sunset. "There was one person. But…I think it was just a lil infatuation. Nothin' major or anythin'." An embarrassed giggle was force out from her lips. "Being isolated from the town and all…"

"I understand."

"Woody was lucky enough to have found Bo…"

Buzz decided not to say anything for it seemed she was talking to herself at this point.

"I think Woody is finished," Jessie pointed out, "Wanna head back now?"

"Sure," Buzz responded with a warm smile. "I'll race you over there."

"You're on!"