( Collette shifted her weight to one side, letting a hind hoof cock up as she twisted her neck back around to Caesar again. )

< Let me get this straight. Are you planning on buying a saddle at the end of this, or figuring out which one fits and then coming back to steal it later? >

( She feels it's a pertinent question, and besides, the man who seemed in charge of the saddles made here in Black Rock -- or at least of selling them -- was watching both of them with distrust. )