“One foot in the stirrup.. then just swing your leg over.” Dutch said, an evil grin on his face as he carefully held your sides, helping you up onto his horse.

His horse The Count.

The horse that won’t take anyone but Dutch, so, he basically set you up for failure..

Dutch put a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle his laugh. He’d chosen to “teach” you to ride in a fenced in-dewy pasture, to cushion the falls you were bound to have.