The stallion snorted angrily as he paced the perimiter of his pen. His annoyance was clear to all who layed eyes on him. All he wanted was out, but that was the one thing he wouldn't get. Sold is one word every tame horse knows. The exchange of ownership that could turn their lives upsidedown. But Titan was anything but tame. He trotted randomly, searching for an exit. The fence was far too high to jump though and it was uninterupted, no openings to get out through.

The arena was brightly lit and the growing crowd could see every battle scar Titan had earned. At four years old he was old enough to break to saddle. Should you get so close. The horse shook his mane in obvious anger. He didn't like to be traped. But he had been druged by the workers because of being so wild. That was why he didn't have the spirit to fight his containment. If he wasn't it would be a different story. His hide was covered in battle wounds that had left back scars Cris crossing his bucksin coat. Titan was wild, but perhaps not untameable, and for sale.

payton looked at the stallion and said to the salesmen,"i will buy him."she went up to the cage and said in a whisper,"i will set you free."