Bakura dropped the light English saddle onto the fence and hoped over with a treat in hand and a leather halter in the other.

The horse came up for the treat but he didn't even know what hit him when he stared down his long nose, over the rope snuggly resting there, and at Bakura who looked proud of himself. The horse snorted and if he had been human it would have sounded like a little kid's huff when being caught at the cookie jar.

Bakura tugged a little on the lead rope and the horse dug in his heels. Bakura scowled all traces of pride wiped from his face, "You may be one jumpy son-of-a-bitch but you sure as hell are broke to halter."

Bakura gave a sharper tug and the horse followed prancing and pulling on the lead rope as a thoroughbred horse does in all its high bred and high strung glory.

Shaking his head in laughter Bakura pulled the horse up to the fence and Bolin tied him.

Bakura picked the saddle up from the fence and grinned like a Cheshire cat, "Yep, I don't have to do any halter work with you, thank god, and I still get to do my favorite part, the saddle breaking."

Bakura set the saddle down on the horse gently cinching the thing tightly and waiting for a reaction. He got one immediately.

The horse was scared half out of his mind that something was on his back and tried pulling back on the fence. The Bolin knot released instantly and the horse bucked.

Bakura watched until the horse was pooped and was now standing quietly by Bakura wanting to be as close as possible to the only other "herd" member.

Bakura cooed (A/n: OMR! Bakura the infamous tomb robber cooed! It's the apocalypse! Sorry, back to the story!) and treat in hand began the process of showing the horse that the saddle wasn't as scary as the horse thought it was.

Another Two Weeks

Bakura was ready; he had worked his butt of with that green broke skittish horse, gentle and firm methods taking all his concentration but now that son-of-a-gun was ride able, the bells and whistles in place.

It was time to drop his former career as a horse trainer, as he had decided long ago. A horse trainer job just brought in money until he was ready to leave and with the new trainee in his graduating stages, Bakura thought him highly promising.

Once packed Bakura looked out to where the buckskin was doing his impression of a race horse, kicking his heels up in the chilly weather that winter had brought about.

He had been waiting so long for a horse that was worthy of the road and to play the part of his significant other, this was it, the graduation was next and the stop after that would be an outlaw's town. Their journey was only beginning to unfold, Bakura was sure that his and his horse's future would be greater than that of a trainer or even a regular outlaw.

Grabbing his duffel bag and shoving a Stetson hat over his white mane he grabbed his English hunter saddle and loaded an all too eager horse up with gear.

Bakura patted the horse's withers heartily and whispered to the gelding, "Well this is it, graduation time," Bakura grunted as he pulled the cinch tight, the horse eager, "Your name is now Tanz, let's work hard together buddy." With that Bakura swung himself onto the still prancing horse and reigned Tanz in. "Whoa, shh," Bakura said in a soothingly low voice, "We gotta make it through town first buddy, and then I'll let ya go. You'll have free reign but ya gotta wait." (1)

The horse calmed very little but he didn't pull too hard as Bakura walked, more like pranced, Tanz through town. Some whistles were heard from fellow horse trainers as they watched the well muscled horse, fine specimen that he was, prance lifting his hooves high and tossing his mane.

Bakura smirked as him and Tanz reached the end of town with a group of admirers following and one spoke out, "That the new trainee, Bakura?"

"Not a trainee anymore, more like graduate!" Bakura beamed in pride smirk going wide, "Wanna see how he runs?" The horse's ears tilted back, listening to his rider.

The eyes of the spectators went wide, a fully trained horse by Bakura was something to see, and by the way this one was built they could see he was a runner.

Bakura took the silence as a yes and leaned forward whispering in Tanz's ears, "Let her budge," and then the reigns were slackened and Tanz bolted forward putting his hind quarters beneath him and propelling himself forward.(2)

Next stop, an outlaw town.

Foot Notes:

Incase you missed the point, graduation is when, for Bakura, a horse gets its name. Did you notice that before he just called him horse, son-of-a-gun, and son-of-a-bitch? Yeah, well that's it.

I couldn't resist! Hidalgo is a GREAT movie! I suggest you watch it (if you're a horse lover).

Author's Notes: Tanz means "Dance" in German. I know this might be boring so SORRY! TT I just couldn't help but to write this fic! It was just begging to be written. *mutters* -stupid plot bunnies-

Anyways, yeah, I know, short, but that is how I write so yeah….

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