Getting her used to being ridden was going to be a process and he diligently followed Arthur's instructions (though the skunk that had spooked her had left him hanging on for dear life).

The ride into Valentine was otherwise uneventful, his horse following Buell's lead, though she remained on the twitchy side of things.

He was not a great rider, but he was a practiced trader and Valentine had a much bigger market for his pricier luxury goods. Incense, perfumes, fancy herbal soaps, and oils were traded or sold for supplies and coin. He wasn't too fussed about a saddle, but he had traded a handsome lacquer box of incense for a fine bridle.

"I am not sure what to call her yet," he admitted as they made their way through the city.

"I was never any good at names."