"The hell you think you're doin'?"

You turn at the voice, only to be met with a rather annoyed looking man. You had been practically elbow deep in his saddlebag, not expecting the owner of the horse to make such a sudden appearance.

His eyes flicker between you and his horse, arms folded in front of him as he waited for a response, despite the fact he was unlikely to believe any excuse that came out your mouth.