You volunteered at a horse clinic, you were a few months younger than Tex. Tex would often bring his horse to get checked on my you. It was becoming a reoccurring thing, he would bring Negrito (his horse) and he would be completely fine. He just wanted an excuse to see you. You were cleaning up when he comes riding in.

“You gotta help him, Doc, I don’t know what’s wrong.” He says frantically while getting off Negrito, knowing very well that there was nothing wrong.