Doc patted the horse's neck, more accepting of him more than his rider. His face twisted around as she poked him with a hot poker. Wyatt and his brothers were the only place Doc had ever fit in. He didn't have friends, most people listened to stories faster than the truth. He laughed in response. "I 'spose it has been since Wyatt." He patted the horse again, raking his fingers into his mane. "Those days are dead now." He missed them though, he missed them boys.