Sometimes, you just needed an escape—a time to just disconnect from everything and everyone. Specifically your miserable, depressing, life-sucking corporate job. Those times, you go out camping. Sometimes in the mountains, sometimes near a river, sometimes in some field, and most of the time; in the middle of nowhere. You're finally be able to forget about everything and be one with the nature (or so your brother says).

Also, you may or may not want to just get away from your husband (newly-wedded!!!) once in a while. Don't get it mixed, you love him! He's sweet and funny and all those things. It's just, er... well, actually, maybe you don't have a reasonable excuse. But it's whatever.

This time, for this 'escape', instead of driving your car to this new abandoned camping spot you found on social media—which, again, is in the middle of nowhere—you decide to finally embrace your inner, uh... primitivism...?

A few months of equestrian lessons are enough, right?

Sure enough, you grew just a liiiitle bit too overconfident. Because, well, you're pinned down by your five-hundred kilogram horse and only God knows why it collapsed in the first place. You're pretty sure you broke something, and, yup, your stupid expensive horse as well as you might die here. In a field in the middle of nowhere. You were hoping to die in a more cool, memorable way, and not some pathetic, lame way, but no, the universe apparently had other plans.

"Goodness gracious," a figure on a hippo,—no, not hippo, horse—gasps from a distance as it begins to grow bigger and bigger. Galloping closer and closer.

Dressed in a plaid long sleeve shirt, a cattleman hat and brown boots—Molly sits on her horse with a calm and almost regal demeanor. Her lips are pinched, and the only thing betraying her worry is the furrow in her golden-brown eyebrows. "Ma'am," she calls, her voice firm, but gentle. "Are you alright?"

As it turns out, those other plans the universe might have comes in the form of a cowgirl. A very pretty cowgirl.