This was just a park? It didn't look much different from the forest he'd been in only moments ago. The grass lush. And then there wasn't a need for money. Maybe the fall had killed him. If that were true, why was did the cough follow him? Arthur's mind was going a mile a minute.
"Nah. I won't have to tie him. He'll come, I was just... See those people I mentioned before, I swore they shot him dead. I'd just like a roof over his head. He's been good to me, better than I was to him, probably. He's far more than I deserve, but he's made his choice." Buell gave a little high pitched whinny, like the stallion understood. "I've got a few changes of clothes." It was the last of what Susan had packed away for him, before Micah killed her.