Dakota's Summer Page #4

Don't chase 'em.

Walk slow, walk slow.

Yeah, wrap it around, clip it.

Hey, come back here.

There you go.

Hey, buddy. How you doing?

There you go!

Way to go, Summer!

- What's this one's name?

- Oh, his name's Jupiter.

Oh, I like him.

Hi, buddy.

Cute, huh?

- Good job, guys. Come on!

- We got new friends.

- Thank you, Austin.

- Our pleasure, Ms. Judd.

- We'll see you in a few days.

- All right.

Bye, Dakota.

That little girl is such a brat.

Did you hear her?

"Sounds like you don't even

like miniature horses."

Oh, I wouldn't be

so quick to judge her.

Sometimes, underneath a bratty

exterior there beats a heart of gold.

I know you're talking about

me when you say that.

You think so?

So why are you "troubled"?

Well, obviously, I'm not troubled.

I just live in a foster home.

Why do you live in a foster home?

Well, if you really wanna know,

my parents are overseas in Africa,

working with the Peace Corps.

Really?

I know it doesn't make sense...

and they're not perfect...

but they really do love me.

What about you?

What are your parents like?

My parents?

Hey, what are you doing?

Uh, nothing.

Have a nice day.

Okay. You too.

- Can I help you?

- Yes. I'm looking for James Tilman.

Can I ask what this is regarding?

- I'm a relative.

- Okay.

Please just have a seat over there.

Hi, there's a girl out here who's

asking to see James Tilman.

Okay. Thank you.

I'm so sorry, but Mr. Tilman

passed away three years ago.

Oh.

Are you all right? Is there

anything I can do for you?

- Did you know him?

- I did.

- Was he a nice man?

- He was.

Everybody really liked him.

Thank you, sir.

Watch out!

Man, didn't anyone ever teach you to look

both ways before you cross the street?

What are you doing here?

Are you stalking me?

No.

I ain't stalking you. I just-I

thought you might need some help.

- I'm fine.

- Really?

Yeah. You look like you've

just seen a ghost.

What happened?

I thought it'd be good to know

who my real parents are...

because that would tell me

something about myself, right?

But if that man truly is my father,

then I'm three years too late.

Well, I believe everything

happens for a reason.

Even if it doesn't

seem so at the time.

Yeah, well, I guess maybe some

doors are Better left unopened.

You like the rodeo?

It's okay, I guess.

I was thinking maybe

we could go to the rodeo...

since the Sweethearts

are gonna be performing.

If you want to.

Not a bad idea.

Maybe we could have a barbecue

afterwards for everyone.

She smiles. And a

pretty one at that.

Well, don't think I'm happy

or anything, because I'm not.

Okay, I won't.

I have an old friend

I want you to meet.

Come on.

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