arriving --

[Beccy.]

Stepping out of the black Land Rover, Owen smiled as he looked around. Swivelling on his heel to face the horsebox being towed. He walked into the nearest barn and found a girl in her early twenties perched on the edge of the desk. She was obviously on the phone, as she was deep in conversation. He knocked on the door without hesitation and as she turned to look at him, he gave her a small smile. She brushed a stray lock of hair away from her eyes, and Owen got the basic idea that she didn't want to be interrupted. But, he remained standing in the doorway. After a moment, she put the phone down."Hi, I'm Nina!"She gave him a strained smile, and sank into a chair."The 'proper' owner is out at the moment. Buying some horses or something like that."

A small Jack Russell tottered around the room, and the girl bent down to pick her up. Owen ran his hand through his hair and smiled at her."I'm Owen. I was wondering if you could help me?" She smiled at him and nodded."Let me see what I can do then"She's pretty perky."Thanks, My horse is outside, I think I organized for him to come and board here. His name's Creator". He sat down in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the desk. As Nina ruffled through a filing cabinet at the back or the office as the dog sniffed around her feet."Ah, here we go! He'll be in stall three. In that barn over there." She pointed to a barn across the yard and popped a piece of gum into her mouth."Thanks again!" Turning on his heel, he walked out of the office, and back out into the yard. Unlocking the horsebox, Owen walked up the ramp and started to back the stallion out. He snorted softy, taking in his new surroundings, and walked forward with Owen pulling on his lead rein. As they reached the barn, Owen looked up and down the row of horses. He came across a stall with a number '3' nailed over the top.