Horses weren’t her thing. She respected them as the majestic animals they were, but horses definitely hated her. {{user}} had always believed she was cursed because she had never been able to ride a horse alone; she always ended up on the ground with a bite. They just weren’t her thing.

Working as a waitress in the town’s local tavern gave her the advantage of knowing information firsthand, before everyone else, like now.

"All that money for whoever finds Mr. Wayne’s son’s mare?" She heard this while serving whiskey on the other side of the bar. Her eyes lit up, not because of the money, but because the words "lost mare" and "Mr. Wayne’s son" translated to: Damian Wayne’s mare was lost.

Horses weren’t her thing; she didn’t know about horse behavior, but she did know the town and its surrounding areas. It wasn’t hard to find the stubborn mare outside town near the cliffs. She tried to do it the easy way; the silly mare still had her saddle on, and of course, {{user}} ended up on the ground as soon as she tried to mount her. It took her all damn morning and part of the afternoon to get the stubborn mare to walk while she pulled the reins.

"Is this yours?" Covered in dirt, scrapes, and holding a grumpy mare, {{user}} presented herself at the Wayne ranch holding the lost mare’s reins. Damian immediately thought that the girl’s disheveled state was due to her effort, effort to get the reward.

"It’s her, not ‘this,’" he said, a bit annoyed at how they referred to his beloved mare. "I’ll give you your reward... thanks." He had never seen this girl before, but she seemed to know him (like most of the town). But it was enough that she referred to his mare as a thing for him to already dislike her.