Rachel is eyeing the horse a little right back. And so long as the horse stamps like that, she's not letting go of Kate.

They're both getting bucked, if she has anything to say about it.


The only town even remotely like this one that Rachel has ever seen was in miniature scale in a museum. It's odd to watch people walk around, not actors, but people. In a little hole in the wall town. In a desert.

Granted, she'd been riding on a horse for the last few hours, so it could literally be a hole and she'd still be happy to see it. Anything to get out of the saddle.