The mare in question flicks her tail at a fly and ignores Jack entirely, while he situates himself in a lean, right by the rest of the mare's tack. "Ain't a bad horse, though. Just took her on a stock drive, she did alright."
He scuffs the heel of one boot over the toe of the other, scraping off dried mud, leans into the shoulder against the clean wood of the wall, tips his chin up at Grace while he watches her from under the brim of his hat. "You ride?"
She's got that look, the one that says she'd be happy to head on out, were a saddle, a horse, and the time available.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2012-08-24 12:24 pm (UTC)The mare in question flicks her tail at a fly and ignores Jack entirely, while he situates himself in a lean, right by the rest of the mare's tack. "Ain't a bad horse, though. Just took her on a stock drive, she did alright."
He scuffs the heel of one boot over the toe of the other, scraping off dried mud, leans into the shoulder against the clean wood of the wall, tips his chin up at Grace while he watches her from under the brim of his hat. "You ride?"
She's got that look, the one that says she'd be happy to head on out, were a saddle, a horse, and the time available.