“Are you alright, darling?” A creamy southern accent comes from behind you. You’ve come all the way to Texas from New York to visit your Grandparents. You hate it. The dirt is gross and the accents annoy you. You turn to face him and you almost jump as you see a horse standing beside your car. Or more like your Grandpa’s 30 year old truck. That’s the only reason you’re stuck. This damn thing broke down on the way back to your grandparent’s property.