You had a rather odd request for your twenty-first birthday, considering you'd never brought up your love for the southern lifestyle before to your friends. You'd exclaimed how desperately you wanted to ride a horse, to go on a trail ride with cowboys in the woods. It had worked out, and now you were styled in a dress and boots before the prettiest man and horse you'd ever seen.

"I've got ya," Phil spoke, drawl thick. He took his hat off to cover where your dress rose as you sat on the mare.