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David was walking through town without much of an idea of what he planned to do. He didn't have a job right now and there weren't any fights to be had.. Next step was usually drinking and passing the hell out. He huffed to himself. Thoughts of how bored he was these past couple of days were scratching at his brain. He needed to pick up something to do or he'd make himself have something.
He wandered by some men trying to wrangle a horse that was just not having it. She was loud and causing a ruckus. Even kicked the hell out of one of the workers. David was interested solely by how rowdy she was and the sheen of her coat.. On top of that, she was a pretty big damn horse.
He took it upon himself to go near the group when the horse seemed a little less provoked.. "The 'ell is wrong with your 'orse..?" He rubbed at his nose before sticking both hands in the pockets of his worn jacket.
There was some sort of murmur about David's accent, but he wasn't about to start something over it.
"She's a goddamn loon of a horse. She didn't sit still, bites the shit out of everyone, never even been bred so i don't know why the hell she's so moody."
David couldn't really fight the smirk he felt forming at the corner of his scarred lip. "Maybe she just don't like you..."
That got him an immediate glare. "What do ya think ya can do a better job? You don't look like no horse expert."
David gave a shrug. "Didn't say I was.. just statin' that ye know... animals can be moody if they don't like someone, just like people." He scratched behind his left ear, just below the notch that was there. Talking to people wasn't really something he was good at, but he was really getting a feeling about this horse...
"Well it don't matter who she does or doesn't like. She's too damn temperamental and she's getting put down." The man gave the horse an agitated look like he couldn't wait for it.
David frowned and furrowed his brow. "Whoa- She looks so young. You think she can't be trained or somethin'?"
She gave a snort sound and shook her head, making he bridal jingle from the movement. She tried moving again, but got tugged by her harness. It's like she was really listening to them and didn't like what was being said about her.
"You stop that you fucker." The attention went from the horse to David again. "She's been alive this long and can't hardly be ridden. Lost cause and a waste of money."
The Brit stared awkwardly at the horse. He swore she was looking right back at him so he had to direct his attention elsewhere. "What if I take 'er? I'll pay an' everything.."
The look David had been given was a very clear 'why??'. "Why in the hell would you want a shit horse like this. She ain't worth the money."
"What do you care? You're getting money for a 'orse you don't want. Better than wasting time and coin killin' 'er, right..? What d'ya want for 'er...?" David was incredibly serious about wanting to take this horse off this man's hands. He didn't know the first thing about horses, but if he wanted something badly enough, he was going to be stubborn about it until he got it. At least if it had monetary value..
The rancher looked so perplexed by David wanting the horse. He shook his head and took a look at her before looking back to David. "$150."
"A'right." He went to reach for his money already.
The man lifted a hand up.
"Wait are you fuckin' serious?"
"Mhm.." He held the money out like it was nothing to him. He didn't look like the type to have a lot of money, but he did in fact make good profit from his.. line of work.
"I'll be damned.. You're a goddamn loon too.." The man took the money from David and in a very non-gentle movement, handed the horse to him.
David gave a hum sound looking at her brownish red coat.. She really was pretty. "Wait- what's 'er name..?"
The man was about to just walk away and go about his business before he was stopped. "Named her Rubarb."
David made a look.. that didn't sound like it fit her much to him.. He eyed her and she huffed at him. "You don't look like a Rubarb... Think I can rename you..?" He led the horse away. He didn't really know where he was going but.. oh well.. he had a horse now. Which.. made him think about how he has 0 knowledge on how to handle one. Much less ride it.. Maybe he would worry about that in a bit.
"You look like... damn.. I don't know.. Molasses?" He wasn't that good at naming animals. But that name kind of stuck on him. He supposed maybe she liked the name too since she nipped at his hat. "A'right.. Molasses then.. My name's David.
Think we might be able to be friends or somethin?" He thought about how that sounded aloud. "Shite I sound like a lonely fucker.. askin' a 'orse to be my damn friend."
Molasses snorted.
"Don't fuckin' laugh at me.."
He sighed mostly at himself. "Well.. you sure are calm now.. Guess you should thank me for gettin' you outta there.. After I get you a proper saddle I'll.. try my hand at ridin'.."
He had little to no confidence in that particular idea.