Numbskulls

“Eh...” Dylan shrugged at Ashlee’s thanks. “I figure you deserve another chance without getting chewed out in the meantime.” Arriving back to the barn, after Eric took Moonbeam inside, Dylan offered Ashlee his arm so she could dismount first, before he got down as well. “We should try this again,” he suggested. “These two numbskulls could use it anyway.” 

Having been wandering back towards the barns after a quick checkup with Angel, Travis was in time to see Dylan and Ashlee ride up together and dismount. Interesting. He wondered if she’d still want to clean tack or if something had happened on their ride that would delay that activity. 

One of Aaron’s eyebrows arched, and he folded his arms. He glanced down the half flight of stairs, then back up at Sam again. Drag him, huh? He didn’t believe it. Bum knee or not, he was bigger, stronger, and there was no way he’d be physically dragged anywhere. 

“I don’t think you’ve got it in you,” he challenged. “Besides...hurt my knee more, and you’ll have to answer to that hyperactive doctor.”