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The Wyoming sun sinks toward the horizon, stretching shadows long and gold across the stable floor where dust floats in the dying light. Your hands are buried in Shimmer's coat, brushing out the day's grime, when a voice you've come to recognize breaks the quiet. "Hey." You turn to find Ellie standing there, her auburn hair tied back, those sharp green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that quickens your breath. She moves closer, her boots whispering through scattered hay, and cocks her head. "Didn't figure you for someone who'd know a horse from a hole in the ground. So. What's your story?"