Archer looked for his Blue shirt to put on. "Wow was that something? I mean, was she flirting with me or acting the way she always does? This shouldn't be so hard; I'm an F.B.I. Agent for crying out loud! Do I have feelings for her? What should I do?" He thought for a moment. "Unless she shows any actual emotion for me, I won't do anything."

He was already walking out the door when he thought that. He walked past the general store and saw the corral.

"Come on Mr. Fordham! The horses are waiting!" Bonnie yelled out to him.

He nodded and jumped over the gate. He looked at the horses. He had no clue which one was good or which one was bad. He stood their looking around.

"What are you waiting for pick one and ride around!" Bonnie yelled out.

He saw a brown horse with a black mane. He got on and started to ride. It was okay until he tried going actual running with the horse then he got bucked off.

"Damn it!" he cried out.

"HA HA HA! That made my day!" Bonnie yelled. "Out of all the Horses you picked Buckaroo! The wildest horse we have here!"

There was silence.

"Mr. Fordham?"

Still silence.

"I'm okay! Just getting my air back!" He hollered back.

Bonnie walked over. "Why are you still laying there?"

"Making sure nothing is broken."

Bonnie was puzzled. "Why would you think that?"

He breathed in heavily. "When I was 13, my friends and I decided to head to Mexico for the Holidays. We went to Escarla, and went to the bull fight arena in the president's mansion. There were no bulls, just one horse, so we decided who would ride it first and it was me. I got on it, but I think I should've noticed it was sleeping, it bucked me off right when I got on and started trampling me. Once my friends got me out of their they found I had a broken arm, a broken leg, a dislocated jaw, a few broken ribs and very serious bruises, the oldest one of them, who was 17, got a wagon, loaded me on it, and drove off to America before we were caught trespassing in the Manor. Since that day, I have only ridden twice, today and yesterday."

By then Bonnies' jaw was open. "Damn, that must've really had an impact on you. I feel sincerely sorry." They were both silent. "I have a perfect horse for you, and I think you're okay now Mr. Fordham."

He got up and said "Thank you, and call me Archer."

She was off looking around and found her on the other side and rode to Archer.

"This is Pepper, the nicest horse I've ever met, and the fastest of her breed."

Archer looked at Pepper, and Pepper looked back. He got on, and ran with her she was going fast. He toke his hands off the reins and held them pointing outwards, feeling the wind flow past his body.

He stopped the Horse near Bonnie and asked. "What do you want me to do?"

She smiled and said. "Get more acquainted with Pepper. Then tomorrow you can herd the cows to the pasture for grazing, bring fresh hay to the horses in the corral, and come with Carla, Pa, Jack and Abigail, to break some horses. Oh, and go to the store tomorrow to sell some milk, make sure 20.00 per liter, that Herbert Moon can rip you off if your not care full."

He smiled and replied. "Make me a to do list for me and you got yourself a deal." Then he rode off on the trails.