George’s eyes roamed over the young man’s features and nodded in understanding.  “I am feeling a little trapped in here too.”  He said with a reassuring smile and patted Roger’s leg.<br/><br/>George smirked at Roger’s cursing, “we take it, that’s what the fuck we do.”  He laughed softly at his own cursing.  It sounded strange even to him.  “I don’t know much about horses.  I know they like apples and oats and can graze.   My father took me riding a few times when I was young, but really I don’t know much beyond that.   My grandfather had some riding horses on a shit ton of land and I would go out with them.	I fell off and broke my arm when I was 11.  My grandfather passed away when I was 12. No more horses after that.”<br/><br/>George pushed a hand through his growing hair.  “I think a horse or two would help around here greatly.  We could learn how to ride and take care of them.  What do you think?”