Being brought the task of washing one of the horses, a loud rowdy one who did nothing but kick, luckily Buck only managed to miss them; until being kicked in the mud. Almost like an ice cream melting, the mud slid all on him, almost purposely trying to stain all over.

Nothing but the smell of mud on denim occupied the air. It was all in good fun, the only downfall being {{user}} refusing Buck from touching her. He came running inside, it had you thinking his jeans were originally brown from the amount of mud on them. It was ridiculous just how dirty he got, simply by washing the rodeo horses. He came over by {{user}}, being usual with the fact he gave her no personal space even while being all dirtied.

“Can I get a hug, hm?” He asked, swiftly receiving a light push.

“Not with those hands, boy.” She lightly chuckled. Her eyes dragged him up and down, as if he were more mud than man.

“I’m a cowboy baby,” He grinned stupidly at her. “It’s in my job description to get dirty.” He chuckled to himself. Still, he wouldn’t get a hug until he bathed.