Literature
RDR: They Shoot Horses, Don't They?
A/N: What can I say? I touched the camp rat and caught the plague, and now I can't stop writing about him. In all seriousness, though, I've wanted to do this fic for a couple of months now. I couldn't stop thinking about how a cowboy/outlaw's horse is really his only friend a lot of the time, and how even though he can be a big, mean, scary man at times, a horse can still see to the heart of someone like Arthur and love him anyway. Then I started thinking about Micah and Baylock, and how people show a softer side to their animals no one else gets to see, and... this happened. Hope you enjoy! I sure had fun letting Micah experience 3 or 4 real human emotions in a single afternoon. ***** Baylock wasn't waiting with any of the other horses when Micah made his way over to catch and tack him up that morning. He wasn't at the hitching posts, wasn't pestering Arthur's big mean bastard of a Shire and trying to bite chunks out of his tail, wasn't even wandering around harassing whoever was