The bag floated over to his hooves. "Help yourself. I'm not going to end her life, deserving of it as she is, but I'm not going to stop Lone Star from doing it either." She shrugged. Either way, the mare was going to get her due.
Fox Trot grabbed the saddle and held the arch strap between his teeth. "You twos haave fun." he nickered and left the room to rummage through the saddle bags.