"Alright! I'll be right back." Amos reached out and laid his hand on the black horse's neck. "Come with me please?" he asked of the horse, who snorted and followed along as he walked off.

Ten minutes of wheedling, bargaining, and outright lying later, Amos returned with a shorter horse in tow. The horse in question was a quiet older gelding with grey flecks on his muzzle and a friendly disposition. Amos was not holding the reins as the horse followed him. The horse's shoulders came to Amos's collarbones, and at five foot and five inches even, Amos was not a tall man. He grinned as he ambled up to the woman again. "Ta-dah, shorter horse. I'm told his name is Joe, and he's very sweet."