He glanced over at her and shook his head, "It aint your fault Sam, it aint any'a our faults but we cant help but think and feel it is" He said softly, taking a sip of his beer, "She always told me she'd die if she'd never be able to ride again, she used to hate the winters when we'd get a lotta rain and she couldnt ride" He smiled, remembering all the little tiffs they'd had about that. "She loved you, a lot, you were the first real friend she ever had Sam" He smiled, and it was a genuine smile.

[ooc: ooooo I like!!! I thought it was a manipulated picture when I first glanced at it, I like it!]