(don't watch westerns, but have watched horse herds. also, i hate stew. too chunky)
Cyril looked up with a half-grin. "Every time it's stew night, I pick the carrot chunks out for Dakota. Guess I'll have to share with Rosalyn now, too."
Dakota, standing in the middle of the aisle, nibbling dropped hay, said, "You were letting my human ride you earlier. I saw it right before he let me go to race Outcast."
"I'm not injured, thankfully. Just poorly nourished," Nymph said. "A drought hit where I once lived with my stud. After that of course came the famine. He died while we were making our way out here. Without your humans, I wouldn't be here, I don't think."