Will hummed to himself as he saddled Blue. The old boy needed some exercise, and Will was in just the mood to give him some. He didn't really want to run, just wanted to ride, and Dean was off who knew where mending something. Will grinned. Dean was always fixing something.
He got the saddle on and cinched and, just about the time he was ready to head out, he heard Dean whistling.
"Hey, Cowboy. Want to go for a ride with me?"
"Sounds good. Gypsy's leg up for a ramble? There's rain coming in from the northeast, but it's not supposed to hit 'til after supper." Dean ambled in, all peaceful smiles and covered in sawdust.
That was a look he was fond of. Right fond. "She'll do. I bet she's raring, and with Blue she won't be as apt to try and run on you. What have you been into?"
He got a grin, cheeky and teasing. "Now, now. Someone's birthday's fixin' to show and telling wouldn't be fun."
"Oh." Will grinned back, pleased as anything that Dean would make his gift by hand. "Well all right then. Want a hand with Gypsy?"
"Surely." He got a kiss as Dean headed for the tack room, warm and sweet as all get out.
He tied Blue off and went to get the grumpy girl. He dodged the bite she tried to give him and laughed. "Be good or no sugar."
"Gypsy-girl! That butt's mine." Gypsy's head swung, looking for Dean and the carrots and apples she knew the cowboy had.
Will took the chance to clip the lead to her halter and haul her out. "She's frisky as all get out. Kinda like me."
"She just needs a good, hard ride." Oh, ho! Butter wouldn't melt in Dean's mouth.
"Uh-huh." He took the bridle, slipped it over Gypsy's ears. "And what do I need, Cowboy?"
Those lean cheeks turned bright red, but Dean held his eyes. "Me, I reckon, and a good, hard ride."