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The 'Coachman's name is Ingo and it was mentioned in the last chapter, so I'll use it now. Despite the main character being Cyrus, I kinda just need to focus on this character because he's great.

Also, I know nothing about anything, Lord help me.

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~|Ingo POV|~
•|1763, Virginia|•

"You're a minute late." He moaned, throwing a bucket in my general direction, almost hitting me. Who? Only the most obnoxious coachman around: Homer Hughes. He worked all of the shifts which preceded mine and it was exhausting. We had to share horses for we shared the same coach. Their names were Katie and Kristen, though Homer chose not to use them, and they were the sweetest horses I had ever came across. Katie always did as asked because she always knew it would be worth it for her in the end. Kristen, on the other hand, just loved me. Whenever I would walk by, Kristen would follow me to the fullest extent that she could. I loved them both.

And then there was Homer. He was ambitious, harsh and reckless with no consideration to the horses, passengers or anyone else on the planet. What he did care about, however, was the pay. And I hated every bone which positioned him upon this Earth.

I rolled my eyes and stroked Kristen as to tell her that I was here now to protect her. There were plenty of superior coachmen out there than Homer. Could somebody protect these horses by killing this man?

Homer walked by kicking my leg as to cause me to lose my balance. He sniggered in response. In his hands he held his whips of evil. Those whips could do some serious harm; if a human being was whipped once by that monstrous thing I'm sure they'd die. Whips as a whole don't usually kill in one strike, but I assure you that this one would. It was a thick whip which must have weighed quite a bit and I was almost sure that it had tiny spikes on it to harm the horses even more.

As I stood back up, I made my way into my position, ready to hit the road. Homer, still around for some reason, shouted up to me, tauntingly, "Hey, German!" I looked down to him and he laughed to a high degree. "Just checking!" He ran off with his whips hanging down his back like a slivering snake.

I looked down to Kristen and then to Katie. I sat back, holding my whip - but not using it - and I whistled gently and for only a moment. The horses began to move. I placed my whip away and we made our way into town.

Reflecting upon my treatment of that man, I needed to apologise sooner rather than later. If these horses are so easy to treat without violence, I'd like to think I can treat a man in such a way. I just had some demons to make amends with.

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Btw, he's pretty cool because he's like "Hey I don't have to use a whip!" And the horses are cool and he and Hercules would love each other, I'm sure. And they'd both murder Y/N for disliking them.