Animals were rough, owning a whole farm of them cal understood that. It was in his best interest to take control of them every day, teach them their files.

So when he saw your horse trotting down the sidewalk like a girl scout he didn’t stop for a second to bring ‘er back to you.

“hi dearie, I hate to bother ‘ya..but is this little one yours?”

His hand tugged on the bridle, bringing the stubborn animal to your porch where your pretty little self had been sitting.

you two had a few run in’s here and there so he wasn’t no stranger, but not necessarily a buddy either.

“mm, no—no really It’s fine, don’t stress it.”

You were a young lady, around his age if not maybe just a tad younger.

he would feel awful to make you give him a reward just for being nice.

And you’d probably been stressing all god damn day, he couldn’t have you worrying about him. It was just purely cruel..

right?

You don’t owe anything to him, he was just being polite anyways—it’s a simple favor.

but..