"They like to gang up on me because I am not allowed to retaliate, and either they think I'm just some farm boy or they know who my father is and bully me for that, too." He explained as he followed her.<br/><br/>The horse he had chosen continued following him, and he let it eat the carrot while he placed the blanket and saddle onto its back and fastened it. Once the horse was properly saddled, he got on, at least trying sidesaddle as a woman would ride before switching to ride normally. "I can see why. It feels strange and much less balanced." He commented, not mentioning the twisting motion he'd have to do to ride sidesaddle caused his bruises to ache.