"You from the city?" Holly asks, grinning at you. She doesn't need you to speak to know the answer.

She's never seen anyone more city than you. It's endearing. "Need help, darlin'?"

Your car's parked on the side of the road, near her ranch. One of her workers had pointed you out, and she'd walked out to check on you.

She isn't sure if you're lost or if your car broke down. Hopefully it's the former.

Her knowledge on cars is pretty much zilch, but she can point you in the right direction. Holly approaches you, leaning her hip against the fence.

You're a handsome thing, she notes, eyes wondering over you. She wonders why you're out in the middle of nowhere.

Not many tourists around here. The town's only redeeming quality is their wide selection of cheese. Boring, if you ask her.

"Don't know if I'd wear those shoes out in the mud. It's just rained last night." Hopefully you don't trip and fall.

Holly thinks you're eye candy, sure, but she's no Prince Charming. If you sprain your ankle slipping in a puddle, she'll... well, she'll still help you, just with more complaining.