Zoe's all set for some apple picking in Western New York.
Looks like these apples meet to her satisfaction.
We ask her to put the apples in the basket. She throws them. Needless to say, the apples were a little bruised.
The Last Outlaw walks alone...
...off into the orchards.
I know a strut when I see one. Girl's got a little swagger in her step.
Zoe and Grandma enjoying their harvest.
"Well, hello there."
That's Uncle Dean's dog, Otis. They got along swimmingly.
Val's like this shot.