Billy stared down for a moment, and without a further word or argument, slipped out the front door. With a huff, he made his way to the barn and quickly worked to get the stallion tacked up, securing all the supplies to the saddle and saddle bag. Swinging up into the creaky leather saddle, he veered Westwood around, spurring him into a trot. He pulled him up in front of the house, where he waited for his new partner, leaning on his elbow against the saddle horn.