Samantha looked out her window and dressed in a pair of her father's old riding trousers. She threw on a blue tunic and her knee high boots. Sam jogged down the steps and ran to the stables. Today, her mother said she could take a break from her studies and have some free time. She greeted her horse, Blanco, who was the same color as her hair; white. "Hola, Blanco. ¿Còmo está mi niño hoy?" She asked. Sam loved hearing and speaking Spanish and she was very fluent. Then again, her mother made her take it for over 5 years. She grabbed the bridle and put it on Blanco. "¿Vamos a pelo hoy?" She asked. Sam led him out and hopped on bareback. She galloped out to the tree line and grabbed her bow and quiver from inside a hollow tree. She strapped on the quiver and tapped Blanco's sides into a fast gallop. Sam was headed towards a meadow where she knew there would be a herd of dear. As she got closer she slowed Blanco down. "Chico fácil." She told him. She slid off and loaded her bow. Sam took a breath, breathed out, and fired. She hit a large buck and he dropped where he stood. The does and fawns scattered. Sam led Blanco to the deer and gutted it. "Me olvidé de pa cuerda. Voy a tener que ponerla en usted." She lied the buck over Blanco; trying not to get blood on him. She then got on and trotted back down the path they had came; trying to keep the large buck on Blanco's rump.
