"I haven't seen you in a couple of days. Are you avoiding me again?" "I should, but I haven't been. I've had stuff going on. Does the general know you're doing this?" he asked. "Of course. They're his horses." "Aw, Shelby," he said, sounding a little miserable. He took off the tool belt and buttoned up his shirt. "What did he say?" "He said, 'You be careful of that Black Hawk pilot. They have a reputation for abusing women.'" He shoved his shirt into his pants. "God," he moaned. "Why don't you go away and leave me alone before you get me shot." She laughed. "He didn't say that. He said, 'Be sure to tell Luke that Plenty nips and bolts.' So--Plenty, short for Plenty of Trouble, nips and bolts. You'll have to pay attention." "Bolts?" he asked a little nervously. "Not usually with a rider. But if you get off, keep the reins. She can be a handful when she acts up, but she's a pretty good ride." "Aw, man. I have a feeling this is going to be humiliating. Where are we going?" "How about upriver a ways to check out the turning leaves?" she asked. "Think you can handle that?" "I'll give it a go," he said."