(This is only a suggested interpretation of the illustration. You are invited to use it or make up your own.)

        This takes place shortly after (Oh, okay, several centuries, but that's shortly for Methos) Methos leaves the Horsemen, vowing never to ride (horses or elsewise) again. But since his expertise at this point in his life is in the realm of horses and swords, he earns his way as a smith, ferrier, horse-shoer.

        One night after a drunken revel and a dramatic gambling round, Methos finds himself the winner of a very badly behaved young stallion, and an even more badly behaved young Celt, taken in a recent raid.

        The picture is of Methos trying to get his winnings down the road to his campsite out of the village, after the bar closes.

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