Dylan watched on sadly. He wanted to buy every single one of them, save them from the meat truck, but he couldn't take care of any more.

"Any you personally like? Between me and you, Taylor wants some, and the others are gonna get some. I'm definitely taking some of these pretty babies home." She stated, rubbing a gently Clydesdale's muzzle.

"I can't take care of anymore," he sighed. "I can't ask you to take care of another horse.

"Love, I got so much fuckin' free time." She shrugged. "And since my horse business for boarding, training, and breeding is expanding, I have people to work for me."

"Really? I didn't know that," he sounded a little surprised. He wondered why she hadn't told him. "Well, thats really good for you though,"

"It was completely unexpected." She stated. "I didn't plan on breeding, but I had a lot of professionals ask to breed with my mares and stallions, had people ask me to board/train their horses. Like, sure, I guess? I was just being nice, and it was some extra cash for horse things, and bills."

"Thats great," he murmured.