"Good boy, come here sit by me." Fritz said patting a nearby stool for the boy. "Have you ever groomed a horse before lad?" Fritz regarded the boy with a look of dubious fondness. He liked the little scamp but he could hardly trust the the young boy. He was friend's with a suspected witch after all and in his line of work he had to be sure he discovered the truth and not opinionated rumor. Trusting his words would be much the same as trusting the words of that weasel, McCormick they were both too close to the witch though admittedly for different reasons. He had seen the looks Johnson gave the "witch" looks of longing and burning jealousy.<br/><br/>Turning his attention back to the boy, "If you help me groom old Pfeffer here I might have a reward for you if you do a good job." he said with a gentle smile.