Closest I've been to a horse is those old westerns on television they show when it's either too early or too late.

( so, if he had to horseback ride, they were in trouble. he was pretty good at a lot of things but that wasn't one of them.

he's still being sized up and he knows it. he let's her look for whatever it is she's looking for, waiting patiently for her next question or observation. he can't been able to pinpoint exactly what drove her over here but he'd get there in time. either she'd just out and out say it (which he thinks is the most probable thing considering the confidence he's picked up on) or she'd do enough that he'd guess. )

New York. Ever been?