Phil pulls over at a ranch, and when Tommy gets out of the car, he can see the horses milling about in the large fenced area.

“Woah,” Wilbur whispers, staring at a pretty large brown one, unbothered by their presence. Techno has to agree. Woah.

“You here to learn to ride?” A voice says. They all look over, startled. A man they didn’t notice sits there, dressed exactly as a rancher would be – cowboy boots and all. He’s got sun-born freckles all over his cheeks, and the tufts of hair that Tommy can see from under his hat are blond, and when he stands up off his barrel, he matches Tommy’s height. “Or are y’all just passing by?”

“We know how to ride,” Kristin says. “They took lessons when they were young, but – are these horses for riding?”

“You can,” he nods. “They’re broken in. Name’s Dream. Let me show you around.”

Dream walks them around his ranch, pointing out the horses to them. There’s Carl, black and slow-limbed, and Mars, a golden-honey colored horse with tons of energy, and Friend, brown with white patches, who trotted over to watch them, following them as they walked by the fence.

“I have my kiddo out with you, just to make sure everything is alright on the horses, just for safety reasons.” Dream introduced, turned to a person in the distance on a horse and whistled, motioning for them to come over.