Feral Heart

Jake started to get worried after a few hours. He whistled and pulled Pistol over, quickly saddling him and mounting. "Billy, I'm gonna go look." He said and took off. After riding and tracking for a few hours, he stood outside the Indian village. His eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, trying to identify the type of Indian. He smiled lightly as he recognized the Sioux tribe. He clicked and pushed pistol forward. As he began to be confronted, he lowered off of Pistol and lifted his hands. "My friends, I mean no harm. Is this the tribe of Red Bird?" He asked, in the Sioux language. One of the Indians raised a brow and looked around. "Elizabeth! Charlie?" He called out.

Pistol sighed. "I'm sorry to hear." He said and nodded. "Maybe...he will somehow bring you closure or something." He smiled. Jake sighed. "Don't...do that." He said and plunked the foals nose gently to get him to drop the blanket. "Here." He said and picked the colt up, taking him over to Luna. "Don't eat blankets. You drink milk." He said and put him down, pressing his nose in the proper direction. "Good boy." He said and walked back to his bedroll. Jake glanced over. "She ain't a bandit, Charlie. She's a housewife." He chuckled.

Pistol lifted his head from the water as Westwood came over. He slowly walked back over to the rest of his temporary herd. He looked over at Mouse as she spoke, tilting his head as he caught the sadness in her eyes. He lifted his hooves, walking over towards her. "You okay?" He asked as he nudged her shoulder gently with his muzzle. Jake pulled up some rocks into a small circle before glancing up at Billy. "You alright, Billy?" He asked as he stood up, picking up the sticks and beginning to form the fire.

Pistol's ears perked as Jake spurred him forward. "Thank you." Jake said as they began out of town. "Congrats, Luna. I didn't even hear you last night. You must be strong." He nickered and turned his head to look at her. Jake yanked his head the other way and Pistol squaled. Jake moved to the back of the pack and Pistol lowered his head to sniff the colt gently. "What are you gonna name him?" Jake asked curiously.

Jake was leading Pistol out when he heard Elizabeth. "What? You've got to be -Removed by Moderator- me." He sighed and rubbed his face. "Charlie, can I talk to you?" He asked as he walked outside to where she was. "I'm seriously thinking of leaving Billy. He's...got a -Removed by Moderator- ton of baggage." He said quietly. Pistol's ears perked as he looked towards the barn. "I didn't hear her last night. Did you, Mouse?" He huffed. Jake looked over. "If it can walk, it will follow us. We ain't got time for waiting. Let's go." He yelled over at Billy and Elizabeth.