"Aye, it is! Or a reasonable facsimile thereof, anyhow!"

Bert laughed, surprised at Glinda's girlish glee at being caught in a sudden downpour. Considering the way she fussed at him when he rumpled her clothes or set her hair askew, he'd hardly expected such delight.

He finished shrugging his coat off and hung it on a nearby tree, letting the rain soak his white ranching shirt. It did feel good - natural. If he didn't look up, he could even believe it was. He toed off his boots, too, and socks, to let his bare feet enjoy the damp grass.

When he'd turned back, Glinda was sprinting off through the fall.

"Hey, wait for me!"