"Break the stall locks. Done. Open all stall doors. Done. Now, we're going to get all these horses out of here. Doesn't matter if they bolt or we gotta whip 'em along. The ones who refuse to move are obviously tame, so we can just herd them into the corral I've had set up in the woods not too far from here, but far enough. After we do that, we can just track down the ones who bolted, catch them, put them into the corral, and then we just sell 'em all off to slaughter. As I always say, the best horse, is a dead horse." Jay murmered, grabbing a dressage whip. He grabbed a dressage whip because it was fairly long and could reach another horse from a different horse's back. He looked at Cynthia. "Well? Get a whip and get to work." He muttered.





