Hell Hath No Fury Like A Horses Hooves

Hugh decided that the easiest plan of escape would be to commandeer one of the stable's horses. He waited until late, running his plan through his head. Finally the time was right. Outside the window there was a lattice leaning against the house. As he climbed down into the luxurious rose bushes he felt thorns penetrate his back. The barn was on his left and in front of him was his car, lying on flat tires. As he arrived in the barn, the horses heads peeked upwards.

Buttercup exclaimed "I think he's here to ride us"

"Me first." whispered Rosemary.

"No Rosemary, I will be first I'm more experienced" argued Jennifer.

Hugh approached the stalls. After examining each horse carefully he decided the youngest horse, Buttercup, was best fit for his journey. He checked the tack room, it was sealed with a heavy padlock.

"Looks like were going bareback Buttercup."

He freed the horse from its stable and mounted it.

"Oh dear, Buttercup has never been rode before." Rosemary said to Jennifer.

Hugh, now settled atop Buttercup, gave her a light squeeze around the waist to tell her to go. The sensation provided by the human plus her uneasiness of being rode caused her to crash around, opening Jennifer and Rosemary's stalls. During this excitement, Hugh was thrown from Buttercup's back, landing in a heap on the floor of the stables.

All the horses franticly sprinted towards him exclaiming "I will help you!"

They attempted to assist him with their hooves but, unable to articulate, he was left as a bloody pulp on the dusty, wooden floor. Buttercup nuzzled the part of Hugh, assumed to be his face, and he gave out one last gasping breath.

The Room

Marge led Hugh through the front garden, and into the house. She abruptly stopped and exclaimed "Oh, I forgot! The bathroom is being remodeled, it will be done in the morning. Maybe you could stay the night?"

Now, Hugh was a gentleman, and he could not deny such an offer. That would be a disgrace to the Jaweeni name.

"Uh... Of course I will stay ma'am," he hesitantly replied.

"Wonderful, I will show you to your room."

The hall had a country feel with wooden walls and a green carpet. There was a stairway leading upstairs, and an open door on the left. Hugh looked into the doorway and stopped. There was a stone stair leading down to a sort of cage with various whips and saddles. Suddenly Marge slammed the door shut, and with a smile said,"Just a tack room." Hugh hesitated before continuing.  At the top of the stair there were two doors, Marge indicated to the left one and said with a malicious grin,"Have a good night," and disappeared into the other room. Hugh shivered and opened the door. 

The room had white peeling walls and a wood floor. A desk with a chair sat in one corner, in another, a bed with a metal frame. The window had a good view of the surrounding fields. The room smelled softly of roses. Hugh was nervous. He thought to himself that the "tack room" might be something more. Shouldn't a tack room be in the stables, and not the house? And those whips... He had to get out. Hugh sat on the bed and started to make a plan. The Window would be a good way to escape, but then what?

Should Hugh escape by A)His Car or B)A Horse?

Potty Break

"Oh look, he's coming this way!"

"I really do hope he wants to ride us!"

"Shh! Here he is!"

The man looked around the vast expanse of the stables, as if he was searching for something.

"Hello? is anyone here?" He called.

The horses silently watched him standing, waiting for a reply. After a brief period of time, he walked back outside, muttering under his breath.

"I could of sworn I'd heard someone. . ."
"Hello? Hello there?"

The man spun around to face the source of the voice. It was a middle aged woman with copper hair. The horses knew her to be the owner of the Estate.

"Hello, welcome to Steamboat Stables. I'm Marge."

"Hey, I'm Hugh Jaweeni."

"Looking for a horse? you look like a jockey."

Hugh laughed "That's very observant of you, I am indeed a jockey. But I was actually wondering if I could use your bathroom. Gotta see a man about a horse, you know?"

Laughter was shared between them.

"Of course. This way, Hugh."

They left the stables, towards the house. The horses noticed something glinting in Marge's eyes. An emotion, passionate, but without any clear direction.

Was the emotion (A) Lust for the jockey, or (B) Greed for the jockey's Wealth

The Stranger

A shiny black Mercedes drives along a winding dirt road on a clear Monday morning. Two buildings come into sight surrounded by flat acres of grass. Next to the road that leads to the buildings is a dusty old sign that reads, in faded letters, Steamboat Stables. The car turns onto the path and accelerates toward the houses.The dust settles as the Mercedes pulls up in front of an old barn. The deep thump of the car door shutting briefly interrupts the silence as a man dressed in a sports jacket and jeans steps out.He barely stands taller than his car as he fixes his hair in the side mirror. Feeling satisfied with his look he casually saunters toward the open barn door.
Rosemary, Jennifer and Buttercup had just been gossiping about the stallions as a stranger stepped into view. Rosemary, the most attentive of the three horses spied him first.
"Someone better call the fire department cause that boy is just too hot."
"Where?" said both Jennifer and Buttercup in unison as they craned their necks around their stalls.
"Oh, I hope he's a jockey cause i can't wait to get him on my back." exclaimed Buttercup
"You can say that again." agreed Jennifer

The stranger slowly walks through the barn looking for...

A. The Manager Or B. A Bathroom