[Evil Tink]

Solomon turned as he heard a commotion back in the stalls. He hurried down as he pinpointed the noise to Damien's stall. He slid to a stop as he neared, just as the horse aimed to come trampling out. The horse was snorting and squealing and bucking up a storm as Chris was trying to tack him. He broke free from the rope;thanks to the slip knot, kicked Chris down to the floor and came charging at Solomon.

By now, others in the stables had gathered in the isle as Damien crashed into Solomon. With a growl, Solomon put his arms against Damien's chest, pushing back as the hose rearing, bending his back legs in a natural way as he forced the horse into submission, "You stupid horse! What is wrong with you?" His hands latched onto the back of Damien's cheek bones as he allowed the horse to all fours, "What do you mean?" Damien had now settled, pacing a bit uneasily in place. "Stay put you idiot."

Solomon let Damien go, heading into the stall to help Chris get up. "Christine..are you alright?" The woman nodded, grabbing onto Solomon tightly for support. "I am so sorry about Damien. He's usually much better behaved around 'guests'." He helped walk Chris out, glaring at Damien, "Get in there. Now." The horse lowered his head and hurried in, facing the corner and not moving as Solomon shut the door.

Solomon set Chris down in a chair as another rider brought it over, "Did he his you or anything?"

Christine shook her head, "N-no..just his hindquarters caught me as he came charging out. He just knocked me down is all. Are you going ot pull him from today?"

Solomon nodded, "I have to. I know how much you love to ride him, and I'm sorry." He looked to the closest person, "Dani, can you get me a 'Do Not Enter' sign and tape it to his stall please? I'm going to take Chris to the hotel to rest." He looked back to Christ, helping her up, "Come on." As he walked down the isle, he fixed the memory of the bystanders to see him only standing in front of Damien and not pushing a massive beast down on his legs.

***

After dropping Christ off and making sure Hotel Staff would check on her ever 5 minutes, he headed back to the arena. By the time he got back to Damien's stall, the sign was already there; as was Jack. He quickly shoved his left hand in his pocket, motioning to Damien with his right, "Well..what do you suppose we do about him? This is the second time he's done that to her. I don't understand it..one minute he's perfectly fine with her, then the next he's telling me she smells 'different'..."

Jack shook his head with a shrug, "Not a clue, Sir...other than pull him from showing and maybe use Constantine. He's a fine horse as well you know."

Solomon sighed, "But he's too cuddly...he's not show room material...personality wise at least." With that, he disappeared, making sure Jack was the only person to notice. He reappeared at his hotel, laying on the bed with his arm over his eyes, "Alicia...I have a question for you."