Unseen by Jessica, Jim allows himself a small eyeroll and amused smile. There's no shame in admitting you don't know how to do something, Jim thinks. Not if you then make an effort to learn it.

But there will be no arguing with Jessica. If she won't accept his help, then he'll do it anyway. Her pride will be just as bruised if he stands here and watches her fail.

Resting the shovel against a rail, Jim reaches for a rope -- it's new, slender and white with it -- and expertly flicks his wrist like he's about to lasso a calf. The rope snaps with a satisfying sound. A loop quickly forms, secured with a knot, and he strides forward to gently place it around the gelding's neck. Reaching down, he pulls another small loop through and slips it over Kip's soft nose, forming a makeshift halter.

The lead is offered to Jessica; he tries not to look too smug.