"I'll call that a fair shake," he admits, and he knows better than to protest so he just nods, before he turns, rubbing a hand over his face to wake himself up and clear his mind.

"Corella's carryin' a foal," he adds, in regards to the palomino mare that's watching him as he walks. "She can have whatever she pleases as far as I'm concerned."

Doc then smiles and moves to the desk, taking the gloves out of his pocket and pulling them on, and taking a quick drink of the coffee before he sets it down and then ducks into the room full of feed to grab a bucket.