Another nod. "Yessir," he replies. "I just came down from Galveston, spent a spell workin' up in the stockyards they got in the port. Both cattle and horses," he explains, not trying to sound too eager (or tailor himself Absolutely Perfectly to what Barlow works on this ranch) but still wanting to seem useful. "But I know a handful of other stock, and ain't a stranger to field work either."

It's obvious from his demeanor that he's a fast learner, even if he is young, and would probably try just damn near anything once if the boss asked him to.

The horse nudges his rider in the back of the head, tipping his hat forward. Doc fixes it and he glances over at his shoulder as if to say cut it out before he returns his attention to her father.

"I know it's late in the year'n all, for hires..." he trails off momentarily, not sure what to say. So he wisely stops talking. He doesn't want to seem desperate, after all.