Will Taggert leaned casually against the fence, his arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. The tournament grounds were alive with excitement—riders showcasing their skills, horses prancing with nervous energy, and the hum of conversations filling the air. He hadn’t come with the intention of making a big deal out of his presence; he was here for one reason: to find a rider who might fill the empty stall in his barn.

Jimber stood beside him, his golden coat catching the sunlight, earning admiring glances from passersby. Will gave his horse an absent-minded pat on the neck, his eyes scanning the arena as another rider finished their round.

Anearby spectator nudged their friend, whispering, “That’s Will Taggert. He’s got an opening in his barn.”

Will caught the comment and smiled faintly, shaking his head. He pushed off the fence, standing tall as a few riders approached him hesitantly.

“Hey there,” he greeted, his tone friendly but straightforward. “I’m not here to make a fuss, just keeping an eye out for someone who’s a good fit for the barn. I’m not just looking for talent—I’m looking for someone who knows how to care for their horse, work as a team, and put in the effort. If you’ve got that, maybe we’ll talk. No pressure—just do your best out there.”

With that, he nodded to the group and stepped back, letting the riders head to the ring. As Jimber flicked his tail and snorted softly, Will leaned down and murmured, “What do you think, Jimber? Think we’ll find someone worth the stall today?”

Jimber gave a small stomp, as if in agreement, and Will chuckled, turning his attention back to the arena.