As Ace steps out he looks around quickly, half-expecting to see the woman already down the street...but she's still right in front of him, and cozying up to her mount at that.
It’s a nice mare, sure enough, clear bay with a touch of white to her and the sleek look of one who’s been doted on. Her eye is large and intelligent, her neck tying in well to her deep chest. The woman's got an eye for horseflesh, he thinks, or whoever it was that bought the mare does. That’s his ticket in.
He heads for his own mount first. Arrow's pawing a little and jingling her bit impatiently; at six years old she's old enough to know better but she's always been a little more highly-strung than the majority of the ranch mounts. He spends a quick moment soothing her and bribing her cooperation with a bit of apple he digs out of his pocket before he moseys on up to the bay and the woman with the blonde hair.
Soft enough that only she'll hear and not quite looking so he could be talking to the horse and could be talking to her,
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It’s a nice mare, sure enough, clear bay with a touch of white to her and the sleek look of one who’s been doted on. Her eye is large and intelligent, her neck tying in well to her deep chest. The woman's got an eye for horseflesh, he thinks, or whoever it was that bought the mare does. That’s his ticket in.
He heads for his own mount first. Arrow's pawing a little and jingling her bit impatiently; at six years old she's old enough to know better but she's always been a little more highly-strung than the majority of the ranch mounts. He spends a quick moment soothing her and bribing her cooperation with a bit of apple he digs out of his pocket before he moseys on up to the bay and the woman with the blonde hair.
Soft enough that only she'll hear and not quite looking so he could be talking to the horse and could be talking to her,
“You’re a pretty one.”