Amanda Brookfield jumped from her chair...her concentration pierced by a sudden loud noise. The web page she was designing for a client was quickly abandoned as she bolted out the front door. "What's going on here?" she demanded, placing both hands on her slender hips and glowering at the two Chestnut mares that were galloping wildly in front of her house.

"Sorry ma'am, they got loose from the corral," a young man on horseback replied bashfully as he tried to capture one of the mares. But the animals were too quick for him and raced further along the fence that divided Amanda's home from Moonlight Ranch, which was half a mile away.

Amanda squinted, noticing a section of the fence where the boards were splintered. The break in the fence must have caused the sharp noise that startled her earlier. The horses had collided into the fence while fleeing from the cowpoke.

Her blue eyes suddenly darted from the disobedient mares to the young cowpoke. When he awkwardly attempted to use a lasso and almost slipped off his mount, she began to worry. "I'll phone the ranch to send you some help," she shouted to him and dashed back inside. Unfortunately, this hurried sprint caused her to trip over one of the unpacked boxes scattered around the house. Catching her breath for a moment, Amanda rubbed the ankle that was hit by her stumble. "What a crazy week," she murmured in exhausted reflection.