LOCKE
He walks arm in arm with Maeve to the lumberyard, waiting as she talks to the sawyer. Soon enough, the wood is all gathered and all that's left is to hitch up the horse. Except he has a feeling neither of them deal with horses often. Well shit. He watches Maeve and no, yeah, she did it wrong. He may not know how to do it right but he knows it's not that.
He steps back for a minute, looking the horse over before trying his hand at harnessing it up. Still looks wrong. Maybe. But he's not about to ask for help. That's just not who he is. "What do you think? This look right?" If only he could do it himself.
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Locke tries his hand at hitching up the horse!
He steps back for a minute, looking the horse over before trying his hand at harnessing it up. Still looks wrong. Maybe. But he's not about to ask for help. That's just not who he is. "What do you think? This look right?" If only he could do it himself.
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Locke tries his hand at hitching up the horse!
I'ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
