Livy is brushing her beloved horse Shadow.
Shadow has a handsome white spot on his forehead.
Roy watched his wife brush the horse through the window, and he knew she was going to ride again.
Roy took a sip of coffee and came out with the cup to help Livy saddle together.
Roy: Going to ride a horse?
Livy smiles: It seems so.
Roy expecting face: Do you want someone to accompany you?
Livy shakes his head: Your knees are bad.
Roy is not reconciled: then I will ride a dirt bike.
Livy: That thing scares Shadow, you know.
Roy: Which way are you going to take?
Livy: Wash.
Roy: Why do you keep taking this path?
Livy: Because this is the most suitable way.
Roy complains: Yeah, that's why we can't get rid of the nasty Mexicans.
Livy gets on the horse: If I see the "nasty Mexicans", I'll say hello to them on your behalf.
Roy smiled helplessly.
Livy rode away.
Roy worried: did you bring the walkie-talkie?
Livy didn't look back: take it!
Livy pointed: don't leave the coffee mug there.
Roy turned to get the cup.
The two walk back to back...
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