Kieran was taking care of the Van der Linde gang's horses, as usual, but he wasn't complaining.

He liked horses, even more than people sometimes. They've been his main support to bear with everything that has happened in his life.

He was deep in thought until he felt how his hat was pulled off of his head by Branwen, his horse.

"Branwen." He exhaled as he tried to get his hat back, but with no avail. "I swear... When will you stop doing this?" He groaned as he kept chasing the mare around.