That’s about the worst face-plant by a horse I’ve ever seen. Not that I have a great deal of experience from which to draw, but damn. And Dale’s just a second away from smashing her pearly whites on the ground, too.
From his expression, I’m thinking that’s the first time Uncle Six got a look at the wholesale end of a horse.
I’m sure they won in the end, but they should have been warned when they saw the boulder the Butte Boys used to mark their territory.