"No! No, no, no!" Shelby screams at her car.
Halfway to her destination, she pulls the limping car over to the side of the road, "Of all the places to get a flat tyre!"
Climbing out of the car, Shelby looks around at her surrounds. A vast emptiness surrounds her, fields and fields of farmland, horses grazing on the green grass near her car.
"What are you looking at, horse?" she snaps at the beautiful creature.
She kicks her front flat tyre, swears and opens her boot to retrieve the necessary tools. Mumbling tones of self-pity, she begins the arduous task of trying to unloosen the bolts on the front tyre.
"Grrrr....." she growls as the bolts don't budge, "Why couldn't you go flat in the city?! At least someone could help me!"
Her mobile phone as no coverage, there is not a house for as far as the eye can see, and this lonely road is not likely to see another car for the day.
"You had to take the back way, didn't you," she continues to mutter as her office hands cannot loosen the bolts, "All that time in the gym and I can't even change a tyre!"
"Maybe I can help?"
The voice startles her, and she swings around to the noise. There, on the other side of the fence, sitting on beautiful brown horse, a tall strapping man has ridden up beside her.
The usually talkative Shelby is lost for words.
He climbs off his horse, takes off his country hat, nods and leaps the fence in one bound. His jeans are tight and his shoulders cast a broad shadow over the land, "I'm Ryan."
He holds out his large hand for introduction, "Sh... Shelby."
His strong hand almost shallows hers, "Now, Miss, can I help you?"
His face his strong and tan, his eyes a piercing blue.
"I... I can't seem to change the tyre."
Ryan reaches across, and with no effort, he unloosens the bolts. He looks up at Shelby and smiles a beautiful smile. He walks around to the back of the car and with ease, he unloads the spare tyre and replaces the old.