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of her contemplation by his voice.
    “We’ll take care of that when we get home,” he said. “Amy’s got some salve that will heal that up by morning.” He was strolling toward her leading Sandy. “I just have one favor to ask you.”
    “What’s that,” she asked. “If you’re going to ride ole’ Charlie home, can we at least switch saddles first? Your stirrups are a little short for me.”
    The comment pushed away all of her nerves and she recalled the playful argument between him and Amy concerning “who” was allowed to ride her horse Sandy. “Not on your life,” she replied teasing him with gleeful giggle and slipping off of Charlie’s back to the ground.
     
     

Chapter 9
     
    When they had returned to the ranch, Amy was sitting in a chair in the late evening shade of the barn waiting for them. She noticed right away that the ice had been thawed between the two of them as they came over the last hill leading to the ranch yard. She could see the two hats turned toward each other in conversation and saw by their movements that they were laughing and enjoying the beginning of a friendship. Most people wouldn’t have gathered nearly so much from the two riders at that distance, but Amy had better tuned senses than most people and the grin that spread across her face only broadened even more as the two came in closer and stopped in front of her. She had an idea come to her mind suddenly and it filled her with joy as she made up her mind to carry it out.
    “Seems the two of you are getting along quite well,” she commented.
    “She aint all that bad,” Matt commented.
    “I wasn’t talking to you dumbass,” she teased Matt.
    Reenie, picking up the game where it was left off chimed right in. “Actually, he’s not that bad for a dumbass either.” She turned and grinned at Matt.
    “I wasn’t talking about that princess,” she laughed.
    “What, exactly, were you talking about bitch?”
    Amy chuckled. “I was talking about you and Sandy getting along so well.”
    “Oh, him,” Reenie said, realizing that Amy was referring to how her and Sandy got along as horse and rider. “I love him. I may not be able to give him back.”
    “You don’t have to,” she answered. “He’s yours.”
    Reenie could only stare at her and try to decide if she had heard her correctly. “Huh?” she asked. “He’s mine? What do you mean?”
    “I just made him a gift to you,” she said. “He’s yours.”
    “Oh no, Amy, I can’t possibly…” she began.
    “You don’t have a choice princess,” Amy answered.
    “I don’t know what to say,” she replied. She was too stunned to add the “bitch” to the statement though Amy had just called her princess. In total honesty, she couldn’t call her a bitch after such a generous gift had been given to her, regardless of how their game had been played before. She actually was completely unable to answer her, because Amy was already striding away toward her house.
     
    The next few days that passed found Reenie in a completely different frame of mind. She had awakened the person that she had been hiding deep inside of herself for several years. The one who had been so easily fooled and led astray by that cheating bastard in Boston had been put to death along with so many of her previous attitudes and ideas. She found herself awakened to new possibilities. One of those possibilities was a deeper relationship with Matt.
    No words had been spoken about it, not had there been any further, more intimate action between them, but they spoke with each other easily and at times laughed hard. She went with him several more times to help him work cattle, but she finally stopped going with him one morning, because she had something else that she needed to do in town.
    After the gift that Amy had given her, Reenie realized that she could no longer take advantage of her friend’s hospitality and needed to get her own place. The more she thought about it, the more she realized