"Yeah," he replies, as he goes about grabbing flakes of sweet hay and moving along the row, slipping in and out of the stalls as he drops the hay into the rack and then moves to the next horse.

Of course, he ends up with flecks in his hair and sticking to his coat, but he's used to that.

"I brought him two saddles, for his mounts, Orion and Bramble," he motions over to a dappled grey and an appaloosa in two stalls beside each other. "In exchange for the tack he's going to teach me to make shoes on my own."

Doc grabs a few more flakes and continues on.