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"Jus' tryna get things done right is all... I usually don't need help." Butch tries to explain, feeling as though he has to defend his strength. A relieved sigh leaves him the moment he's no longer trapped under a heavy bale of hay and he scrambles to his feet, adjusting his hat. His tail flicks about anxiously.
"...Nice kick." The cowboy comments, grinning bashfully at his savior. "Uhh, thanks fer the save. Heh. Now that my moment of humiliation's over," He extends a gloved hand for her to shake, a greeting.
"Name's Butch. I swear I know what I'm doin’…most'a the time." Lies.












