Keefe nodded slightly, turning to leave. "I wish you luck with recovery." He said quietly before exiting the room- he had chores to do at the stable. Keefe got in his chevy and sat there for a minute, taking a deep breath before driving back to the stable.

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(Wanna skip to when after Lottie heals?)

A few weeks after the incident, Keefe was hauling water buckets for Diablo, his high spirited stallion. As he entered the stall Diablo gave him a rude shove with his head, causing Keefe to practically dump the whole water bucket all over his shirt and splatter it over his pants. "Agh- Diablo! You know better!" he exclaimed, groaning as he went to go get another bucket and hang it up. He then wrung out his shirt the best he could, but it still clung to him in the fall months... granted, it was almost 75 degrees out. Keefe ran a hand through his hair with a sigh and went back towards the cabin, opening the door and letting it click shut. He glimpsed Lottie, laying on her bed, because the door was open a crack, but Keefe was on a mission to get dry clothes on. He closed the door to his room and rummaged through the dresser he had just recently put stuff in, finding a plaid button up short sleeve shirt for the rest of his barn work. Of course, this was probably one of the least fancy things he owned- that's why he wore it so much. However, he still preferred t-shirts.

Keefe grabbed some old faded jeans and pulled them on, along with the dry shirt, exiting his room. He paused in the main room, as he was going to go outside, but decided to see if Lottie was okay. It must be just horrible to not get to ride. "Hey... how you feeling?" Keefe asked, walking to the doorway tenatively. He was a rather confident guy in almost everything else, especially most other girls, but Lottie seemed.. different. Like she would explode if he tried anything.

Keefe reissted the urge to fiddle with the chain he wore around his neck, the thin silver links falling into his shirt, hidden by the folds of fabric. "Understandable. I hope reading isn't too boring, however, because if it were I probably would've died by now." He smiled slightly, then turned towards the door. "I'd better get going, but I'll see you later." He stated before moving out- he had accomplished his main goal, which was try to act friendly, because however much Keefe liked having friends... he knew no one. Everyone judged him by who his parents were, and Lottie was probably the only person in the world who didn't know who his parents were.

Keefe went straight to Diablo's stall, finding the stallion pawing at the air. "I know, you want to go on a ride. Okay, but only if you promise to behave. And it will be a simple ride." He murmured quietly, grabbing a brush and swiftly grooming Diablo up. He grabbed a beautiful western saddle and swung it onto the stallion's back, then slipped a bridle on and led Diablo out. He mounted the stallion after walking around. Diablo was rather uppity, bouncing all over the place, so Keefe hopped off and set out the barrel pattern. He mounted up again and sat the bouncing gait of Diablo, who was prancing in place by now. Keefe faced him towards the gate before letting the quivering stallion whirl around. Diablo was off like a bat out of hell, zipping around the first barrel. Keefe held position like a pro, seemingly used to this fast pace. They flew around the second and whipped around the third, and Diablo dashe dhome quicker than most days Keefe rode him. Diablo was all stretched out, his hooves pounding the earth and making sand fly up. "You funny horse." Keefe laughed, enjoying the run.