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Calypso anyway; she was a friendly old girl and it had, admittedly, been awhile since Gracie had ridden. Derrick went with a spirited young mare named Angel Face, a name that belied her temperament. He said that she needed work and a long ride with the older mare would be good for her. Derrick also had been riding since he was a child, when the necessity to learn arose with a role in a sixteen hundreds-era movie. He found he enjoyed horses as much as Gracie did and had been riding ever since.
    They took off across the flat grassland as the sun began to reach its high perch in the sky. Starting at a slow pace as Gracie reacquainted herself with the art of horsemanship, they soon found themselves racing across the open country, laughing and seeing who could reach the tree line fastest. They followed the foot of the mountain through a sparse evergreen forest and were soon miles from the ranch, isolated from civilization, just two lone people in the middle of the great Montana wilderness. Gracie never thought twice about the fact that she was all alone with what amounted to be a complete stranger. Something felt right about being alone with Derrick.
    The rounded a bend and suddenly Angel Face reared up, prancing backward on her two hind legs. Derrick, who hadn’t been prepared for the animal’s sudden upset, lost his grip and tumbled onto the rocky ground. Before the mare could bolt, Gracie rode up beside her and grabbed the reins, making insistent soothing noises. There in the middle of the path lay a fat black snake, at least five feet in length. While Gracie’s seasoned horse wasn’t so easily startled by such things, it was clear that Angel Face still had some growing to do. The snake fixed them with its reptilian gaze, unfazed, and then casually lumbered away into the underbrush. After calming the horses and tying their leads to a nearby tree Gracie jumped down and rushed to Derrick’s side.
    He lay sprawled on his back and Gracie could see he had been knocked unconscious when his head hit the hard-packed earth. Great, she thought, I’ve killed one of the country’s most famous movie stars out in the middle of nowhere. This’ll look great in the tabloids. She had no idea where they were and didn’t know the way back to go for help, that is if she wanted to leave him there on his own. Which she didn’t. It was the middle of the day, and the weather was good, but she didn’t know what kinds of animals lived out here. Knowing her luck, a bear could come and drag Derrick away while she was off looking for help.
    Gracie leaned over Derrick and put her ear to his chest. She had learned CPR back in high school as a lifeguard at the community pool, but she didn’t know if this situation called for such a measure. His heart was still beating at a normal pace, and his breathing was normal. Carefully she lifted his head and checked for any signs of injury. There was no bleeding, and no open wounds to be found, though she could feel a small lump forming on the back of his skull. She checked his arms and collarbones for any sign of a break, then opened his coat to see if she could detect any damage to his torso or ribs. His body was tight, firm, and warm; she could feel the definition in each muscle as her hands moved over its surface. She wondered fleetingly if it was wrong to be enjoying the feel of his body while he was unconscious and possibly seriously injured. Her hands traveled lower on his abdomen when suddenly Derrick grabbed her wrist. She jumped, startled.
    “Tickles,” said Derrick, opening one eye. “But I like where you’re going.”
              “I thought you were knocked out!” said Gracie, ready to do clock him one herself.
    “I was,” Derrick groaned, attempting to sit up, “at first. But then I didn’t want to interrupt your examination so I kept quiet.” 
    “I do happen to have life-saving training,” Gracie said haughtily, giving him a shove.
    “I wouldn’t be surprised.