You Can Lead a Horse to Water

It had been a while since he had worked on a ranch, but he still remembered that if a horse didn’t want to move, you couldn’t make it move. Especially by himself. Ronnie placed his hands on his hips and sighed.

“Listen here. Your owner is worried sick over you leaving,” Ronnie began as he stepped up to it. “Don’t you want to go back home and make her feel better?”

Precious still ignored him. Ronnie cursed under his breath as he ran his hand through his hair. "I can't imagine there is much to eat out here. I'm sure there's a lot more food back home."

That got her attention, but she wasn't pleased about it. She turned her face up and huffed before she began trotting back the way he came.

"Finally," he said under his breath as he began to walk back as well.

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"Oh, thank you, thank you!"

The rancher was ecstatic as she fawned over her poney. She ran her fingers through her main with a wide smile. The poney ignored her owner as she waited to be fed.

"I don't know what I would have done without you,” she said. “I wish I could repay you somehow.”

Ronnie restrained himself from asking for some kind of reward. He had to keep up the whole honorable lawman appearance for the foreseeable future.

“That won’t be necessary. All in a day’s work, and all that,” he replied. “I’d like to stay and chat, but I have to get back to the department. If you have any more trouble, well, you know where to find me.”

“Thank you again, good sir.”

Ronnie tipped his hat and left the ranch, and it’s stench behind. He wondered what was his next assignment.