Micah had left his long, leather tailcoat slung over Baylock's saddle. Despite the coat being old and worn out in places, you'd always admired it and wondered if it would look as good on you as it did on him. Surely he wouldn't miss it if it went missing for a few minutes? As you slid the coat over your shoulders, you heard a gravelly voice from right behind you. "What the hell d'ya think you're doing?"