He'd been the one to teach you how to ride. He got you your first horse and you'd grown a lot closer through these lessons. You'd spend hours riding new trails, bonding over the winding paths and rocky start. You hadn't been very good in the beginning.

After months, you'd just disappeared. You didn't show up at the stables again and your horse was gone. He tried to find your house, but you'd never shown him where it was and he wasn't sure how to find out. He was at a loss.

A couple more months pass and he sees you out riding, shrouded by the night. This takes him by surprise and the hurt about your abandonment resurfaces, but he's not about to let you just leave again. He approaches you on his horse slowly, but you see him coming. You try to hurry away, but he stops you. "Hold on there, missy." Using his stand, he extends his hands on his lasso and gently grabs you, lifting you off of your horse and onto his lap.