Down the chute and into the trailer she ran, bags on sticks shaking behind her and gates slamming as she went through. And fluey - into the trailer where that final door would slam leaving her shaking in the metal box. Then an eight-hour drive from the BLM to her temporary week long destination in Vernal, UT where I would have those six days.

It's heading into dusk as the trailer is backed up to the gate of the pen where she would finally jump out into yet another strange place and experience.

After putting in some water and hay, we stood around and talked about the adventure while she had a little time to chill. The enclosure was set to my preferences roughly 20x40 feet. As I entered the pen she quickly scittered to the farthest corner and hid her head.

Threshold distances and levels of fear are the first things I like to assess. She was scared, but she wsn't losing her mind. So I walked around getting in different positions to see how close I could get and whether I could get her to face me.

My plan was to show her first, that I wasn't a threat. Any time she started to move, I moved with her along her threshold line as if we were walking together. If she took off - so what? She had a "Gotta go" moment and went? So what? Pretty soon she found out that nothing happened to her either way.

When she was in the BLM shoot, they put a halter and lead on her so she was dragging that around. I just let her. No sense grabbing a hold of her head right off the bat. Let her come to the conclusion that she may live instead of causing her to think she's gonna die.

As she moved around and occasionally walked with me or turned toward me, I would step on the rope to see how she responded. The early stages of asking for her to give to pressure on the halter and exceptional leading.

I picked up the leadline but left it slack. Again, I tested for thresholds. No yanking or force, just an occasional bump to see if she would adjust her position and allow me to get closer. If she had to go... so what? After just a short time, I was touching, then petting her shoulder, then walking away. Approach and retreat. Casual, but not soft or sneaky. Soon, there was a little of her coming along with me.