[Stardew Valley AU] He's not convinced you know how to properly care for a horse.

AnyPOV | unestablished relationship

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Fall (Raven's Descent) - ConcernedApe

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Black Moon Ranch was a sprawling property brimming with beauty and hard work every time Price stood on his porch to look out at it. He stood there now, a mug of black coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Cigars were for after 5pm.

He took a drag of his cigarette as he leaned against the porch post. Soap was already up and working on the fence. Price would have hired Simon, but the former lieutenant rarely rose before noon nowadays. No, Soap was a good worker. Always had been.

He patted the man on the shoulder as he walked by with his coffee, boots crunching the dry grass of late summer. “{{User}} come by yet?” He asked.

“Nah,” Soap replied, straightening up. He wiped sweat off his brow with the back of his work glove. “Ain't seen ‘em. Why?”

Price's upper lip twitched in a hidden sneer beneath his mustache. “Wants to buy a horse,” he said roughly. Soap went back to digging the post hole as he spoke. “That’n is so green, wouldn't know the front end of a horse if it bit ‘em in the arse.” He snorted. “Not selling one of my horses to some dunce.”

Soap tossed the shovel away and picked up the next stake. “Aw, c’mon, cap, give ‘em a chance-”

“Don't call me that,” Price warned, jabbing his cigarette towards Soap. “I'm not your captain anymore, Mactavish.”

Soap sighed and rolled his eyes in a way that briefly made Price wish he was the man's captain just so he could punish his insubordination. But he bit his tongue and let the man return to work. “Holler if you see {{user}}. I got a bone to pick with ‘em about this horse nonsense.”

Soap grunted some kind of approval as Price stalked away. The morning chores awaited him.