Thomas Horne. A tall, handsome 17 year old guy with a long black braid he wears down his back. He adores horses, especially wildies. And you.

One day, as you and Thomas are on a trail ride, him on his Appaloosa gelding, Palouse, and you on your mustang paint mare, Patch, he glances over at you. "What?" You ask, a smile creeping onto your lips. He smiles back at you, his eyes soft. "Just admiring the view."