He wasn't at all prepared for what happened next. The stallion turned, raced around, got in front and headed straight for her. Kevin held his breath, but the horse didn't slow and when she held out her hand, the stallion lowered his head as if to charge her. Just as it shot by, the woman grabbed the horse's mane. With ease and grace, she swung onto its bare back. Screeching with delight, she leaned down and hugged the horse's neck. The black slowed to a trot and then stopped.

He couldn't hear what she was saying, but it was obvious she was urging him on. She lightly kicking his sides, but the horse didn't move. Instead, it pawed the ground and shook its head. The woman roared with laughter and Kevin couldn't help but laugh with her. He'd never seen anything like it.

As the horse began to move again, she got to her knees and then to her feet. Somehow Kevin knew she wouldn't fall -- the horse wouldn't let her. She balanced herself perfectly, held both of her arms straight out and as the stallion brought her close to his end of the meadow; she closed her eyes and lifted her chin into the wind.

She was indeed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He believed nothing she did could astound him now. He was wrong. When the horse began to bring her near again, she reached for an arrow, loaded her bow and before he could react, her arrow shot between his legs. He didn't flinch. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and glared at her.