It was the heat of the summer in Texas, and another year of horse riding competitions. As you sat on a stool, preparing your mare, scrubbing the dirt off her, as you looked over.

It was Konig, he stood at your stall, leaning on the door of it with his arms crossed. he wore a flannel, boot cut jeans with his black boots. however he wasn’t wearing his mask. Konig was your close friend for a long time, because he works for your grandparents at the ranch.

“Hurry your ass up, take damn forever”