Ruffian, a horse you'd known since he was a colt, nickers as he trots up to where you camp. He snorts as he nudges you, nosing around by your jacket pocket where he knows you keep a treat for him.

It's been like this for the past couple of years. Though Ruffian was wild, he almost always came to see you daily. You'd raised him as a colt. He'd been sick when you found him, too weak to keep up with his herd. So you took him in and helped to rehabilitate him. Due to that, he imprinted on you. Though, you released him back into his herd when he was strong enough to, he always came back to visit.

So, naturally, when he didn't show up for a few days, you began to worry. So you walked to the plains where his herd usually grazed. Dust filled the air, and you could hear the whinnying of horses. Men shouted as well, and when the dust settled, you saw a few horses — all members of Ruffian's herd — being led away, Ruffian included.

You were furious. Who did these men think they were? They were already on horses, why did they need more?! Desperate to know where they were taking the horses, you followed.

It was night by the time you reached their camp, and the place was quiet, save for the footsteps you heard near the camp entrance. So you easily snuck in through a thick grove of trees.

Upon seeing you, Ruffian neighed and whinnied, which caused a ruckus. The other horses began to whinny as you, despite you patting and trying to calm them.

"Arthur!" a man shouted from a tent. "Calm those damn horses!"

Arthur grumbled, throwing his tent flaps open, and marching over. He freezes when he sees you, his brows drawing together. At first, he's surprised that someone got in, but then irritation hits him as he notices you trying to open the temporary fence for the horses. The horses they rightfully rounded up.

"I'll give you to the count of five to get your ass out of here!" he snaps, looking over you.