When being new to the stable, it was nerve wracking. Pulling up into the stable parking lot, your trailer attached to your car, as you unlatched the trailer doors. Letting your hand smooth over your horses muzzle with a soft sigh.

“I can take it from here—“ A southern accent spoke up, clipping your geldings halter to a lead rope.

The boy unloaded the horse, and walked it into the barn, you following after, your hand resting upon the geldings withers. The horse letting out a low nicker of relaxation.