Snow drifted from the sky and onto the green grass, sliding down the blades. Soon, the whole vally would be covered with the white flakes. Amy hung her head, carefuly inspecting a set of reins and a horse saddle that was lied down at her door. Great. Avven was back. Avven had always brought her a saddle and a pair of reins when he came to town. Amy's brother was rather nice to her when he wanted to be, then the other times, he was just cold hearted.