“How’s that new horse treatin’ you?” He asked, moving his own horse into a trot beside you. Charles was a man who, down to his core, was gentle in all he did.

His rough hands scratched Taima’s mane, gently brushing through the knots. Eyes meeting yours, he smiled softly. “I know you’ve been missing that mare you lost in Blackwater.”

He seemed to know how you felt, constantly. As if his mind, his emotions, was intertwined with your own, it always seemed that he knew just the right things to say