Westwood smirked at Luna's remark. "Get used to that, city-horse. Won't be much time for nappin' when we move out." He snorted, still expecting to be back on the road again soon.
Billy put the horses in stalls next to each other and tossed some hay inside for them to eat. Trudging.back up to the house, he entered the front door groggily, still wearing what he slept in with his short brown hair a mess on top of his head.