"Alright, then," he nods, and then motions for her to follow him. The tack room is full of various saddles, reins, bits and bridles, blankets and various other pieces. Each storage 'place' is labeled with either the owner's name or that of the horse or beast it matches up to.

(This is so Doc can see who is out, when, and keep track of things a bit easier and tell at a glance who else might be around.)

"His is down at this near end," he points out, before he heads deeper into the room (it's a pretty good sized room, too, with the amount of stock they have it's necessary) to pull his own gear.