She stopped using the body brush and grabbed her phone again, she read the message a replied, "I never laugh at people for thier needs! And no you weren't the only one" she smiled as she pressed send and held her phone this time, waiting.

Peter hesitated when he heard his phone, fearing rejection, but his face lit up as he saw what she'd sent. *Thrilled to hear that! Let me know when you're free.*

She texted back, ~I'm free tomorrow, meet me at that trail on St. Ford road!, bring your horse~ she pressed sent and grabbed the hoof pick.

*Sure. Looking forward to it!* Peter confirmed with a smile, hoping his arm and her thigh would both be feeling better. He was definitely excited to spend time with Jules.

She led Trouble to his stall and said goodnight, she was hoping to go home and relax but she hasn't seen relax in a while. She grabs a bucket and the feed wheelborrow and starts down the aisle, starting feeding hour.

Peter settled down with a heatpad wrapped around his arm, hoping it would improve in time for tomorrow. But he was almost glad it had been sore today otherwise he might never have met Jules.

She turned off the barn light and walked toward her house, she knocked off her boots and closed the door, took a shower, and went to bed. Setting the alarm for 3:45am, then went to bed

Heat and rest helped a lot, by morning Peter's arm was only a little stiff with the pain pretty much gone. He was confident it'd handle a trail ride. He wondered how Jules was but didn't want to perhaps wake her, having no idea how early she got up.

At 7:30 she had loaded Trouble and was looking to make sure she got all her stuff, as knowing the trail was bad on his body: hoof protector, hoof sealant, sport boots, rubber bell boots, sole hoof boots, horse hoof moisture dressing and double checked his shoes. She was happy and got in her truck, began driving to the trail.

Peter headed to meet up with Jules, looking forward to getting to know her. He hoped she was feeling better too.