"A drowning... pirate... ghost?" Tyler repeated, shaking his head. "Interesting explanation, but I feel like one too." He stopped as she started mumbling, tilting his head. Blacky? "Who's Blacky?" Tyler asked, having rather good hearing. He then realized that may be a hard memory, and instantly regretted asking. "It probably isn't important, it's fine if you don't answer." he quickly said, getting ready to go back and change into dry clothes

"No, no, it's fine. Blacky was my old horse. His mom was a warmblood who was supposed to be driving horse, until she broke her leg in training. The trainers felt bad and gave her medal leg, then I somehow got a hold of her when she was 3. His dad was Single Eye, or Cyclops. I believe you have met him. Blacky ended up coming out wrong, and Black Lady passed away shortly after from shock. I named him Black eye, as he was a black, and a very dark outline went around his one eye. I ended up raising him, he could do anything. Anything. When he turned 5, he got out, I got on Prince to chase after him, but ended up watching a semi truck loaded with large round bales-" she sobbed, "hit him." Most people thought that Isabella had never found him as he was kind of short, and the driver never knew he hit him.

Tyler listened quietly, feeling a little dejected when Bella burst into tears. "That's... terrible. I'm very sorry for your loss." he said quietly. I brought up a new pang of sadness inside of him, making him remember Burning Embers, his old mare.

"Don't you dare tell anyone what happened. The other people don't know what actually happened. Most of the stable hands actually believe that it was for the better that he left..." she snapped.

Tyler flinched away at Bella's outburst, not really seeing it coming. "I- won't. Don't worry." He answered, being caught a little off guard. He turned to start walking slowly back to the stables, guessing that Isabella did not want this conversation carried on

"Bye!" she called to him as he left. Isabella wanted to leave but, when she sat by the river after dark, she saw him. Blacky was there. Some might call it hallucinations but, she called it a dream.

There he was. She could see him playing in the water, then he walked over to her. Isabella swore that she felt his muzzle...

But, she couldn't have.

Slowly she walked back, it was probably 30 minutes after Tyler left.

Tyler got back to the cabins and changed clothes, promptly collapasing in bed afterwards and passing out. Hey, there was something about freezing yourself then looking at a nice soft warm bed that makes you really tired. Really... tired.

As she stretched, she looked out the window. It was morning already?

Isabella had half convinced herself that last night was a dream. But, she never remembers dreams. It was real.

At least the single drink she had didn't make her tell him about her still seeing him. She hallucinated and she knew it. But, she was sure she felt his muzzle, felt the splash of his heavy hooves as they smacked the water.

Once she snapped out of it, she quickly got dressed and walked down the stairs, hearing the boys call for their grain.

"I know, I know!" she called to the prancing boys. As she pulled out the 13 buckets and started filling them, Alfalfa first, the Omega-3, then fat smart, and so on.

Tyler got up rigth on time, hopping out of bed and throwing on new clothes before going to the barns to feed West. He loved feeding time with his amazing stallion. He checked on the boy, not giving West the food until Tyler had ran his fingers down the stallions throat and listened to West's now-steady breathing. When everything seemed good Tyler gave West his food, standing in the horse's stall and watching him eat.

Isabella thought she looked like a waitress with the grain buckets in her hands, 2 on her shoulders, and some piled up on her hands. As she dropped off all the buckets she saw Tyler. She strangely felt the need to tell him about her hallucinations. But, she didn't.