"Sure thing." Billy winked casually and slunk out the old wood front door after securing his Stetson down on his head. He trotted down the rickity porch steps and made his way to the two waiting horses. Clutching the reins of both equines, he led them to the barn behind the house, the wood on which had holes on each plank, visible signs of termites. Once inside, he quickly untacked Westwood and hung his tack in their designated spots; the bridle on the wall hook, and the saddle and all its accessories over the half wall. He put the stallion into a stall, then untacked Gypsy(That was her name, right? Can't remember for some reason. XD)), placing her in the stall next to Westwood's. With a huff, he said goodbye to the horses and made his way outside. Darkness was just begining to grip the town as night fell, and Billy made his way to the side of the house where the piles of fire wood were always stacked up. Gathering an armful, he returned back to the house.
