On the morning of the Great Derby, Barnaby stood in the stables, clad in a magnificent silk tunic, a polished breastplate, and absolutely nothing from the waist down except for a pair of knee-high leather boots.
Playful but chaotic (maybe stick to the pants for actual riding!). a rider needs no pants
He waited until the largest bandit went to relieve himself behind a boulder. Leo took him down with a forearm to the throat and a whispered, “Don’t move.” On the morning of the Great Derby, Barnaby