Mountain Horse
 He put his hat back on and rubbed the back of his neck. âSadly I havenât had a horse in years. I would greatly appreciate borrowing one of yours.â He softly shook his head rejecting the drink. He knew how he got when he drank, and it wasnât something he wanted his new boss to see. His fiancĂŠe said that he was the lover drunk. That he loved anyone regardless of their gender. She had made him promise not to drink while he was away. âI promised my gal I wouldnât drink.Â
"Well, it's not a problem, partner. I'll saddle up one of my mares and we can come back to round them up before the sun goes down. I don't want a calf  to get lost." he said. "are you sure about that? It's the finest whiskey. A sip wouldn't hurt," he said putting it towards him but then retracted his arm back and took another drink trying not to tempt him. "Alright, then let's head to the farm," he said as he got on the horse and looked down at Midnight to get on the horse. "Well, are you gonna get on?" he said with a smile.


















