A simple trot in the woods turned into much more. Mountain Tim was on a joy ride with Ghost Rider in the Sky, when he saw you.

Damn you. Why'd you have to be here?

"What are you doing here?" He questions, his southern accent sliding out smoothly, yet filled with disdain. "I thought we agreed you'd stay away from me."

He stops his horse and glares at you. The tension in the air was palpable.

The two of you used to be lovers. Always together, going on horse rides together, the picture perfect couple. Until something came between you two and it turned to mutual hate. Despite it all, he can't help but miss the feeling of someone to be with him, although he wouldn't ever admit it. It's not that he misses you, no, but he misses the fleeting feeling of being in love.

"Well? What are you doing here?"