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Amy stood in the center of the riding ring as 12 students on 12 of their most docile mounts watching their every move and correcting any mistakes she saw them committing in a stern but not angry tone knowing that the latter was more likely to cause mistakes rather than correct them. Her students today weren’t much of a strain because of their ages most between the age of 10 to 14 years old many of them hoping to one day be troopers like their parents or to use the skill to climb out of the slum that had formed near Armstrong.

Amy knew that she was lucky to be in her position as an expert in horses and that she didn’t mind riding out on patrols and acting as a  field medic for the troopers though she was actually there more to see to the mounts and their health and the troopers came second. The troopers saw her as a friend because she or her mom had been the one who had taught them to ride and the fact that only a few of them could actually keep up with her cross country even though in a long run they stood little chance of staying with her as she weighed half what they did giving Andy her mount more wind. It was their familiarity that kept her safe and the fact that there was no drinking allowed at the Ranch because the watch there were guarding the herds of horses and cows that had been gathered, this meant they approached her as a woman they respected rather than drunk horndogs looking for some boom, boom.

Nearby at the fence were Don and Tony two company commanders about 5 to 10 years her senior and enamored of her and while they both were respectful they also sought a solution to the question of who’s woman she’d become and she knew that she didn’t have more than another year to put them off. She had to admit that she did like them but that didn’t detract from the fact that both acted as a wall to any other choices and that she didn’t like.

It was her impending marriage that had caused her to have a quiet conversation with her parents telling them of how she planned on escaping Armstrong most likely when she she was out hunting so that no one would be suspicious of her leaving on Andy and taking two of her other horses as pack animals. For her run she had saved up about 35 loose metal arrowheads over the last two years originally saving them as a packrat taking advantage of the supply. It had been easy because the troopers themselves lost arrows all the time out hunting and even though she rarely did she allowed the supply officer think she was less accurate with her bow than she was so that she could get extra. 

Oh well that was all a dream till put in action and she had to keep up with her students before her mother noticed. Her mom was a fierce Norse woman who had decided to view the world as if they had been transported back to the days the Jarls and viewed the Colonel as one of those strongman types which for reasons she didn’t understand he responded to even looking on her family as a form of rural and useful Nobility, which was also way people that resented her called her “Princess Pony”. She was aware of the salacious stories and might have said something had her mother not seen to it that she give it no notice so long as none said it to her face; she had no choice but to comply.

[hr][center]After Class[/center][hr]

[hider=Events Leading To] Tony, a tall 6’4” 27 Trooper, and Company Commander speak softly to Amy as he and his friend and competition for Amy Don Avg height but power lifter build chat her up and help her manage the kids as they put away the tack and put away their mounts. She is rescued from trying to come up with an excuse to avoid the guys for now by her Dad announcing he needed her help delivering a calf. They ride away his mount Summer a long legged pacer making it a race for she and Andy which she wins by having a better seat than he and Andy surer feet in turns and jumps till they come to the reservoir which gives the ranch and most of Armstrong running water through gravity irrigation pipes.[/hider]

[b]Amy you are going to spill one of these days riding like that and it is a wonder poor old Andy doesn’t have some injury[/b] said her dad as he finally caught her sitting sideways on Andy the two of them leaning against a tree.

[color=BB3410]Andy likes to run like that, I only make suggestions and try to hang on.[/color] said Amy in return, her tone wistful.

[b]Alright Gloria, what’s on your mind[/b] teases her dad using the name he said was her real middle name.

[color=BB3410]First off Summer doesn’t like that saddle, she likes the hunter not that heavy western.

Second is obvious, Men as in plural and my developing age as a perishable commodity; how can I make a choice when my choices are so limited.

Don is sweet he brings me as many books as he and his troop can spare space on when the make salvage runs and Tony, well he’s sweet and well read can recite poetry, is the best dancer and could make a girl happy as his wife but only if she wants to be smothered but I don’t feel anything for them. If I try and talk to any guys my age they find some way to get rid of him and I’m not sure they are diplomatic about it.

Oooo…...Let me catch..[/color] she said till her dad stopped her rant touching her shoulder with his hand leaning across.

[b]I should have married a fat ugly woman so I’d have a fat and ugly daughter but I wasn’t that lucky; I got stuck with your mom and you.[/b] then he sat up in the saddle looking across the dam which was one of the fortified outposts Armstrong and the main water supply.

[b]It’s a father’s curse to have a lovely daughter, especially in a world gone to hell

Figured out where you might go?[/b] he asked her as he bit his lip.

[color=BB3410]I was looking at possibly heading northwest maybe crossing the Tennessee river east of Chattanooga then heading out and see if I can’t get in on the new North Americans of the Plains.

We will be a fierce people and call ourselves the Bunny People[/color] she said in a mockingly serious tone.

They laughed then sat watching the sparkling waters of Mitchell Lake in silence