"It ain't your fault Sam, you couldn't have done anythin'" he said softly, looking down at her hand on his knee, "She wanted to go ridin', you and me both know there ain't no stoppin' her from ridin'" he said gently, standing and shuffling to the fridge, grabbing out two more beers and popping the caps off, setting one on the coffee table for her and taking a sip of the other one.