By the time she was forced into the trailer Anna knew there was no hope for her returning to the wild, this man... this [i]Jesse[/i] she had learned wanted the challenge. Wanted the fight she could give him. She was tired and hungry, she’d hardly eaten during the two days she’d been in the auction pens. The human in her hadn’t allowed pregnant mares or those with nursing foals to go hungry especially if they were lower in the herd hierarchy. Kindness to a fault. 

Her only saving grace was that she was stronger than a natural born horse. Her senses were heightened as well, and she could feel the shift in the air and scent the change in the earth. The air was dryer out on the plains below the mountains that housed the BLM auction pens and adoption offices as Jesse drove her to his ranch home. At least she thought he was a rancher, he certainly smelled of cow and quarter horse. 

She lifted her velvety nose to the openings in the stock trailer and wished the drive wasn’t so long. The sooner she got into whatever pen he’d selected for her, the sooner she could figure out how to escape. Or the sooner she could gather enough strength to shift back to her human form and steal a truck or something. Or at least take human form long enough to climb a fence and get out of view before shifting to her inner horse and running home. 

When the door of the trailer creaked on the hinges alerting Anna that Jesse was finally releasing her on to his property... She turned her head to look back at him with her right eye, the white around the sharp blue exposed, ears flicked back to both look threatening and to listen to him.