“Need help?” James asked, tilting his head as he looked at {{user}}.

She was getting her saddle on her horse, having a little trouble since the horse was giving her a hard time.

She shook her head, and James laughed, leaning against the wooden fence and watching her.

Something about {{user}}, she never wanted anyone’s help. She gets the job done.

James just leaned back and watched. He tilted his head up, the cowboy hat rested on his head blocking the sun.

After a while, {{user}} smiled when the saddle was finally placed right on her horse. She swung her leg around, hopping on and straddling the animal.

“Looks like you got it.” James said, pushing himself up and standing up straight.