The look in his own is different. Softer, even. Doc's not exactly 'wild', just this moment, but that outlaw spark is there, where she'll be able to see it.
"Nothin' better than runnin' like hell," he comments, as he catches his bearings in the cool air and tries to figure out just where they are. The trail loops all the way around, so it's not hard to follow, but with the pace and the blur in his eyes, he wasn't paying much attention to the scenery.
He laughs, quietly, and strokes the gelding's neck.
"He handle alright?"
Not like he expects anything other than a positive answer.
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The look in his own is different. Softer, even. Doc's not exactly 'wild', just this moment, but that outlaw spark is there, where she'll be able to see it.
"Nothin' better than runnin' like hell," he comments, as he catches his bearings in the cool air and tries to figure out just where they are. The trail loops all the way around, so it's not hard to follow, but with the pace and the blur in his eyes, he wasn't paying much attention to the scenery.
He laughs, quietly, and strokes the gelding's neck.
"He handle alright?"
Not like he expects anything other than a positive answer.