<span style="font-style: italic">Hmph. Well, thank God this handkerchief is clean. Gramps only used it to save the bottom of the saddlebag from getting scratched up. Man can't take a joke to save his hide.</span><br/><br/>Her eyes widened as the horse took off, running to keep up, as her hands were bound to the saddle. Oh. Oh, this was just lovely. Luckily, Celia was a fit young lass, who liked to run, so this wasn't so bad. Narrowing her eyes, she began to yell at the man, handkerchief still in her mouth, as she jogged alongside.<br/><br/>If he was going to make her walk the entire way to wherever they were going, Celia would just have to make the journey equally unpleasant for him. Fair's fair.