That_Noob_Girl
"Oh really? A lil' city boy wantin' me to show 'em the ropes?"
"Look, just because I love the thought of New York City and don't have a southern accent, doesn't mean I can't ride a dumb horse."
"Hey, Tumbleweed ain't dumb!"
"I know, I know, he's a smart horse, yadda yadda yadda," I groaned, placing my head on his shoulder. "But do you think your dad would let me now? I know he wouldn't let anyone else near them, but we are much older now."
"Aye, it's worth a shot! I'm sure if they get boozed up enough one night we could sneak Tumbleweed and Grace out for a couple hours. I- Oh. My. God. Our racing spot!" He squealed with delight, as if he was a five year old getting a puppy for Christmas. He ran past me, stopping at a straight line of rocks, slightly larger than pebbles.
Who knew small, tiny moments like this could mean so much? Now I don't know if I'll even get to see him again.