Now is when he should probably ease off... so he does. Detlef takes the bag and starts pulling shoes out, laying them on a counter and nodding as he pairs them up and looks them over. They're good. That might explain why they'd taken so long - it's fair when they're as solid as they look.

"I found him in the woods, coat covered in burrs, mouth cut up from trying to eat plants with thorns, and so on. I'd absolutely have heard if someone around here owned a horse like him, so he's probably wild. That, or he's come from too far away to go searching for his owners." He's pulling coin out of his small lockbox as he talks, getting together what he owes her.

"I'll take him in, and worst case scenario someone with papers comes and owes me the cost of taking care of him. Best case scenario, I now have an adorable little horsey with adorable little hooves." Who is currently trying to position himself for the Best Brushing Ever.