"WE RIDE TILL I DIE!! THERE'S NOTHING THAT'D STOP ME, EVEN CHANGE INCLUDED!"
Born in blackwater, a young outlaw rides alone until he finds his place in this world. He doesn't know where he belongs and as such, he rides
But soon, maybe, maybe not eve...
A boy, not in the age of 18 or the age of a normal outlaw ran around Blackwater, trying to get by as he goes through the trash, trying to find any spare change or something to eat.
As of now, he only had rags and a bow with a set of arrows that he reuses a he had some money in his pockets.
Now what would he do with this cash? Buy food? No. Buy a new weapon? No.
He heads to the stables of Blackwater to find himself a horse.
Y/N: Morning mister, I'm looking for a horse.
Seller: You've come to the right place, what horse are you looking for?
Y/N: Just show me what's available.
The man brought Y/N to take a look at the horses, one was a Dutch Warmblood with a golden type of skin but wasn't recommended as it costed too much in his budget and those that were are American Standardbreds, Nokotas and Shires, but none of them really shouted out to him.
Y/N: What about this one?
He was pointing to a black horse which was bigger than an Arabian but nearly the same size as a Shire.
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Y/N: Does he have a name?
Y/N pointed to the black horse as the seller chuckled as he fed it an apple
Seller: This old boy? We call him Harlow, Friesian bred from the Netherlands. Not gonna win ya anything if you ask me if you're the type to buy a horse on its speed. Built like a Shire but also pretty fast on the bigger side of horse breeds.
Y/N: Okay, how much?
Seller: For old Harlow? I'll cut you a deal, friend, 25 bucks.
Y/N: 15.
Seller: Twenty.
Y/N: Eighteen dollars... and a quarter.
Seller: Alright, eighteen dollars and a 25 cents it is, kid.
The seller shakes his hand with Y/N as said seller opens the fence before leading Harlow out by the leash.
Seller: Now you be good to this feller here, Harlow, I know you and this young man are gonna be good pals in the... unforeseen future. Oh and before you go, here are some treats for Harlow and a new horse brush.
Y/N: Thank you mister.
Seller: And here are your papers, these help you with trying to sell old boy for a good price instead of trying to bargain for a price worse than what you're gettin. Now, the money?
Y/N pays up to the seller
Y/N: And the quarter.
Seller: Pleasure doing business with you, partner. (Good riddance)
