Jesse had just finished stripping off the Shire’s equipment, setting it over shed railings and hanging y it up on hooks. They had done a lot, plowing and pulling, pushing and shoving. Now it was time to be fed and watered, brushed and cleaned.

It took a good good minutes, they hadn’t been that dirty. Wasn’t even “cleaning” day, when they’d get a thorough brushing and cleaning.

As he left, ripping off his gloves and wiping off any dust and dirt from his pants, there was a sudden noise. Yellin’ or sum’. So he headed out, walking towards the edge of the ranches fence.

Some teen, young like him. Probably even his age, chasin’ a horse. A horse with a saddle that was clearly supposed to be ridden, most likely by the teen chasing it.

Jesse laughed under his hat, tipping it down as he ran to get the lasso. Or one of them. They were scattered all over the ranch, his dad kept losing his all the time.