Undeniably, Gamble was crazy about him, and needed to ensure they kept down this path, wherever it was going.
Gamble owed Poe everything. The man had fixed him, and beyond that, the man who gave him his life back was counting on him to get back to that cave.
And he would.
He could bet on it.
The first stop on his trek back was to see if the horses were safe in the orchard. He’d sent Diablo there after taking him into the woods, and that horse meant a lot to him.
If those assholes hurt the horses, or Rufus, Gamble was going to do some shit to pay them back.
An eye for an eye was his motto, and if one hair on those two gifts from Poe were injured…
It.
Was.
On.
Now, he only hoped that they were in the orchard, living their best horse lives.
If they were in there, he was going to make sure the gate was closed.
There were worst places they could be.
They could snack on apples a day or two, and they’d be fine until he and Poe could get some help.
Again, silently, he swore to everything that was holy and unholy in this world, if these assholes hurt the horses…
They were dead.
Gamble protected what was his, and the animals were his and Poe’s. There wasn’t much he was protective about in his life, but those three were the top of his list.
As he finally reached the orchard, he lay in wait to make sure everything was good.
He could see Honey, Diablo, and King. Snow wasn’t there, and he would make sure he set her free once he got to the barn.
She was probably lonely without the other three.
The good news was that the three there were safe. That lifted a lot off of his shoulders. Poe loved these horses, and so did he. They saved him when he was broken, and now, he’d make sure they were safe too.
Animals were loyal, and he’d repay them for that.
Scanning the orchard, the coast seemed clear. As far as he could tell, there wasn’t anyone there with them. The three horses were stealing apples from the one tree like pigs in shit.
Oh, they were living their best lives.
No one was starving here, that was for damn sure. Before he left here, he’d grab the saddle bag off of Honey. She was still in her gear.
It looked like they were having fish and apples for dinner.
As for the three horses, they should live it up while they could.
Poe never let them in here for long because they were greedy when it came to snacks. Diablo was an apple whore, and they all knew it.
When this was over, they’d need plenty of exercise to burn off the apples they were munching.
Finally, he could breathe a sigh of relief.
