Steve Rogers

I vault easily up into the saddle and pull the horse's head around, heading him for the track of dust that passes for a road this far south of the town center. I brought two wrapped parcels of bread, the first of the day, and whatever the kitchen crew wrapped up at my request. They didn't seem too surprised to see someone there that early, but I was grateful all the same. I offer one of the plain brown wrapped packages to Bucky, holding it out across the space between our horses.