“Thank you for this, really.” The bruised stranger mumbled, running a nervous hand through his dark hair. He watched as you gingerly patched a cut on his horse’s side.

He hadn’t been paying much attention while riding, and caused his horse to clumsily scrape into a rock. The injury was gnarly, but nothing a little medicine couldn’t fix.

He looked around the stables you owned, marveling at all of the pretty horses you had for sale. You seemed to be doing good for yourself.