Rip held the brush in his hand with a steady grip,brushing the horse calmly while patting it with his other hand. “Shh..Shh,it’s alright,girl..” He said lowly,toothpick between his lips. The sound of clicking shoes made him turn around.

“Hey,Rip. Your gal isn’t doing too well on her horse. Think she needs a doctor or something—“ That was all Rip needed to hear. In seconds,he was out of there.

There she laid on the ground,cradling her stomach. “Fuck..” He knew what week it was..