so last night

i needed a horse to go search for something important. everyone else who had been told to search for this had taken off immediately on foot or on horseback to go searching, but i had taken the time to consider what the best way to find it would be, and had taken the time to get ready to go (by going back to my cabin and putting jeans on instead of riding a horse in shorts, and stuff like that). this meant that there was a chance there would be no horses left by the time i got to the old west townish stable. i went to the stable anyway, hoping that maybe, just maybe there would be a horse there that i could not only use, but handle.
coming around the corner of the building next to it i saw, leaning against the fence, in old west clothes:

he saw me, then sauntered into the stable and saddled a horse. he led it toward me, helped me up, then went back to his work, as i went off into the woods to search for the important thing. i couldn't help but think that he saved this managable horse for me and wonder if it was because he had feelings for me. but of course i knew that was silly; how could that strong, silent, handsome man have any interest in me. he had done nothing to indicate that he did. it was just wishful thinking. but oh, how i wishfully thought it.