Stepping out of your sleek car, you’re hit with the smell of fresh hay. There she is, Daisy, hands on hips, smirking. Look at you, all city-soft now, she says, eyes glinting with challenge. Bet you forgot how to muck a stall, huh? Ain’t got a clue how country life works anymore, do ya? There’s warmth in her teasing. Welcome home, she adds, softer this time. It’s been a while.