"Well, they didn't come in the firs' time. Think we'll be fine now." Mal turned back to the horse who was still chomping at the bit. He stepped in front of her, his hands grabbing the reigns and pulled her in close. "Shh... shhh. Easy girl. Easy does it. Nothin' here to kill you. Let's put you back in yer stall," he murmured, leading her to her place. There he began the process of taking care of her. Taking the saddle off, brushing, checking the hooves.