Barker watched with fading interest, and the way the rabbit, or whatever he wanted to claim to be, spoke to him only angered him. He wanted to slash out with his hoof, slice open the pathetic creatures throat and have done with the whole situation. He sighed, counted to ten.... "One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... ten." And once he was done he turned and walked away. He had been warned that if he was caught killing again he would be punished, and although Barker knew of several places to hide dead bodies he didn't want to waste the time on this creature... not when he had things to do, people to capture and places to be.
Still, he made a note of the stallion. He would get his revenge once day. Even if he had to wait for several years before he achieved it.
