A few days later, I get word from Cowboy’s brothers that he and Braeburn got in a fight. “Why? How? What?” I write back. “What do you mean my Cowboy got in a fight with Braeburn? Over what?”
“The usual,” respond his brothers in the letter. “Over rodeo set up, staging, he also punched Braeburn in the muzzle. Fiddlesticks keeps trying to break them up but she’s doing it with no such luck. Yeah, it’s bad, can you get down here and set him straight please?”
“I’m on my way!” I write back before hopping on a train to Appleloosa. A few hours later, I arrive and greet Arrowhead and he takes me to Cowboy and a black eyed Braeburn.
“Honey?” I inquire not amused at all. “What happened here? What does your brother mean by this time? How long has this been going on?”
“Well,” sighs Cowboy, “I and Braeburn haven’t gotten along since we were colts. Not gonna lie. It’s always been over rodeo stuff. Always been over silly little squabbles really. My brother means by this time is I do this all the time. The recent stuff has only been going on for the last few months at most. Weeks at least. I’m ashamed of myself. I’m so sorry you had to be dragged all the way out here because of my stupid actions.”
“It’s fine, but please chill out,” I grumble.
“Fine,” Cowboy mumbles and groans and rolls his eyes. “I’ll try not to keep getting into fights and squabbles with Braeburn.”
“Good,” I respond. “Just promise me you can hold to that.”
“I promise,” he mumbles under his voice. He then hugs me around the neck and I begrudgingly hug him back. He then walks me to the train station and we say goodbye as I hop back onto the train to Ponyville. I’m just glad that’s resolved. Hopefully it stays that way.