"Isn't that Jay's horse?" she asks, once Jim joins her at the doorway.

Beat.

"Yep."

He moves inside the room carefully, giving the paint a wide berth and approaching from where he can see him, before tipping his hat back off his head and away from the horse's reach and gathering up his reins.

"Well--" She looks around the corridor: left, then right. "--Where's Jay?"






"Out in the southern field, I'd reckon."