“Don’t.” 

Mrs. Adler lifts her head, drawing her gaze up from the patch on the ground she’d been fixated on. She tries to push it down, the tide of dark emotions that she, at one point, had condensed into rage and revenge and justice rather than the compulsion to bury herself.

They still came, sometimes, especially in quiet moments like this, when her mind drifted to her Jake, when some familiar smell of the summer caught her attention, taking her back to those early days of working the land as a newlywed woman.

But more than the sweetness, it was the hurried fear, the helplessness of watching it all unfold, those three petrifying winter days and nights...

Sadie stares at Arthur.

✖️ || If he was trying to scare him off by rolling his sleeves up, he was dead wrong. He had dealed with worse situations than this. A loonatic dressed like a horse loving cowboy won’t get him back off that easily.

Giving the guy a glare, Gavin took a hold of the handcuffs he was carrying with him most of the time. This guy was crazy, and he didn’t want to give him any chance of overmastering him.

“Listen here, dickhead. If ya call me ‘boy’ one last time, I swear that I’ll cuff your foot to your horse and make it ride till it’s out of steam. Ya hear me?!” Gavin warned him, showing him the handcuffs.

“Uhh-” Kieran looks over his shoulder, his hands falling still on the horse he’s brushing, “Wh- what’s that supposed to mean, Arthur?” He asks, frowning a little.