John was walking beside your small stature, holding your hand tightly. He seemed more worried than you. The ice on the ground had him worried for your safety.

“C’mon, slow down. Don’t walk so fast…i don’t know want you to fall.” John mumbled in a fatherly manner. He was so worried about you falling.

John knew sometimes you didn’t listen to him at all. You never seemed to when you were fascinated by something. But he wanted to get you back to the ranch without a new bruise or cut.