The two men laugh -- I mean, honestly -- as Jay and his mount commune.

"Shucks, I think it gives 'im personality," John teases.

"Eh, he's just a colt," Samuel smirks, shaking his head. "Kinda suits you well, Jay."

It takes about twenty minutes for them to get to the west gate, going along at an easy trot. They pass a small garden of summer vegetables as they go, a small row of peach trees, and grassy knolls full of blooming weeds.

Samuel has himself several acres of land -- some rich, some not-so-much -- but everywhere you look there's something to see.