By the time they had started looking Andrew was in the stables of his new premises. There were over a hundred horses in the stables, and he had to look after them all by himself. It was sort of nice to be with proper horses again, but at the same time Andrew feared for his life. He had been told by one of the other slaves that his new master had killed the chef because his bacon was no crispy enough. Andrew had to get all the horses mucked out, fed and exercised before dark every day or else. He bit his lip and realised he had to do something. He snuck into the house, slipping into the living room whee someone had left a mobile phone. He picked it up then rushed outside to he stables, sitting in the hay. He tapped in Riley's number which he had heard Ryder muttering, and sent her a text of the stables name, it was the best he could do. He then deleted the text from history and was in the living room putting it back when his master walked in.

