[Gallagher]

Gabe ran a hand back through his hair, offering a slight nod at the man's words. Still, he was slow to comply, his under rested mind having more difficulty than usual to break from its line of thought. Perhaps he'd have a bit more rest later, when at least a few of his worries were eased. Quickly, he double checked that he hadn't forgotten his box before taking his place with the horse.

Despite the obvious fact that his cart had been toppled, abandoned, and otherwise ruined, he really didn't have any difficulty in steering the white mare. If anything, she seemed more cooperative than his own mare usually was, and he had been working with her for years by then. He sighed, unaware of his own display of frustration. Maybe he wasn't, or couldn't, take care of her as well as she wanted. It certainly would explain why she always ran off. "Good treats are so damn expensive, though."