Kieran was off sitting by the fire on the outskirts of camp, a saddle in on his lap but he was more or less staring into the flames of the fire rather than cleaning off the saddle. The poor mans face looked more tired than usual, he was dissociating while staring down at the fire, he sighed as he eventually snapped out of it. He gently rubbed his tired eyes and shook his head, he knew he wasn't going to get any cleaning done like this, so he decided to get up and set the saddle on hitching post. Kieran soon hid himself behind a tree, still nearby all the horses, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, and starting to smoke it as he looked off into the other trees that surrounded camp.