Obviously, someone spent a lot of time out here organizing. Doc needed something to do while she was gone, after all. That was a long time.
The black gelding is quite used to being saddled and reined, probably thanks to a well trained page, and even if he does have a bit of an attitude when it comes to actually being ridden.
(Which explains why Doc pauses just long enough to pull a pair of dull spurs on, before he scribbles something down on the desk's logbook, then walks over to the gelding again.)
"Now you treat her right," he warns his horse, needlessly, before he checks the straps on the gelding and then hauls himself up into the saddle. The horse sidesteps and tosses his head a little, impatiently, but Doc doesn't pay him much mind.
It feels weird to see Nova saddled and being ridden by someone that's not himself, but it doesn't bother him. He nods.
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The black gelding is quite used to being saddled and reined, probably thanks to a well trained page, and even if he does have a bit of an attitude when it comes to actually being ridden.
(Which explains why Doc pauses just long enough to pull a pair of dull spurs on, before he scribbles something down on the desk's logbook, then walks over to the gelding again.)
"Now you treat her right," he warns his horse, needlessly, before he checks the straps on the gelding and then hauls himself up into the saddle. The horse sidesteps and tosses his head a little, impatiently, but Doc doesn't pay him much mind.
It feels weird to see Nova saddled and being ridden by someone that's not himself, but it doesn't bother him. He nods.
"You follow me?"