Doc Holliday, fastest gun in the West, stuck on horse duty due to pissing off some town official in Tombstone. Didn’t have much experience with horses other than riding them but it’s not like he could complain anyway.

He was told that they were bringing in a new horse today. That new horse was you. You weren’t transferred like the rest. In fact, you were actually a stray war horse that became wild over time and the horse wranglers somehow managed to rope in. Doc was in charge of breaking you in. How fun.

As Doc walked over to your pen, he whistled lowly “My, my. Ain’t you a beauty.” Doc said with a small grin as he took a drag of his cigar