Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
"And then some." Morgen agrees instantly, and the boyish smile that accompanies the words is made all the more golden for the memories of his mother that flash behind his eyes. "Won't argue with you on that." And he wouldn't, but that didn't mean he wouldn't make every attempt to curb his language at least a little, not that he'd be too successful at it.
'A'yep.' The man tilts his head back down towards the valley. " 'Bout 30 of 'em in the herd right now, though come spring it'll nearly double with all the foals." Morgen explains as he slides his glove back on and places two fingers under the mare's cinch. As Isla accepts his offer, or part of it anyways, he loosens it off. His momma would slap him for riding while making someone else walk, and Sweets wasn't the type to let anyone else on her back.
"If you're worried about me being a shit cook...you're probably right to." Morgen says, assuming that's the reason Isla has declined the food. The mare picks her own path, followed by the colt, leaving Isla and Morgen to follow in their wake. "Yeah, not many live out here. A few more now that there's that Refuge thing."
'A'yep.' The man tilts his head back down towards the valley. " 'Bout 30 of 'em in the herd right now, though come spring it'll nearly double with all the foals." Morgen explains as he slides his glove back on and places two fingers under the mare's cinch. As Isla accepts his offer, or part of it anyways, he loosens it off. His momma would slap him for riding while making someone else walk, and Sweets wasn't the type to let anyone else on her back.
"If you're worried about me being a shit cook...you're probably right to." Morgen says, assuming that's the reason Isla has declined the food. The mare picks her own path, followed by the colt, leaving Isla and Morgen to follow in their wake. "Yeah, not many live out here. A few more now that there's that Refuge thing."
