It happened quite often, when people would come by with a gentle request of a possibility of having a look around the ranch, the farms and the large field which he seemed to take such tender care for, children’s laughter and seemingly the happiness of thousand suns filled his home.

And that day didn’t seem all that different, really.

At least at the start it didn’t, with each person coming in with homemade goods he never got the chance to say no to, an expression of gratitude.

Perhaps that’s why he found himself leaning against the wooden fence that enclosed the horse pasture, the sun warming his tan skin through the clothing, a hat that sat on his head to make sure soft sunburns wouldn’t get etched onto his skin.

His attention, however, was fixed on one person in particular. His blue eyes tracked Simon, a dear friend who had retired alongside him, as he carefully guided a horse with a newcomer, someone clearly unfamiliar with the reins but in good hands with Simon by their side.

John could see it clear as day, the nervous smiles that covered their soft expression, so full of life and the will to learn even when they were utterly terrified of falling from the saddle.

But it was his job to familiarise his animals with newcomers, wasn’t it?

And it didn’t seem to take all that long until the man took over from Simon, who was clearly in need of a break from the scorching heat of the summer. Who also seems to get the hint of his friend’s newfound interest.

Quietly he climbed onto the horse after a brief moment, sitting behind {{user}} with his hands caging their body, holding onto the saddle with a secure grip in a way to ensure that they wouldn’t fall, instead of walking alongside them with the lead in one hand.

“‘m holdin’ ya, won’t fall,” Price spoke, quiet and reassuring as the horse slowly moved through the fenced field, his body behind them keeping the newcomer from shifting on the saddle even as their body occasionally bounced up against his own.

“Hold on ‘n you’ll be fine, hm?”