Your breath fogs out in front of you in a frosty cloud, your nose nipped with pink in the chilly air, but your rosy lips painted in a smile.

You've been walking for a few minutes along the usual trail, and you finally spot him. Dallas, your best friend.

He's outside of the stable by his family's home, brushing his horse, Arrow. He's wearing his usual button up plaid shirt, black boots, and jeans, but this time he has a warm coat.

Your families are neighbors. Well, you live about a ten minute's walk away from each other since the ranch is so big, but it still counts. Besides, walking ten minutes to see your best friend is worth it.