"Blackhole, I know I'm going to miss you." Lisa Saunders cried, putting her face to her beautiful black frisean stallion's face.
"They can't take you, but they're officals." Her husband, Bradly, told her.
"Mrs. Saunders, time for him to go." A tough looking man said, cruely taking the lead rope and loading him into a trailer.
"Whats the slaughter house called again? Isn't it illegal to demand a horse?" Lisa asked, putting her ginger hair into a ponytail.
"It's called Briarhills slaughter, and nope it's legal." He told her, getting into his truck and driving away. Bradly on his iPhone, googling something.
"Lisa, this guys a fake. Briarhills slaughter is actually a stable, located in the middle of Washington state, and its illegal to demand for a horse. Horse slaughter was outlawed in 2006, and finally closed in 2007, its 2009. Slaughter horses in America go eiether to Canada or Mexico! Canada shoots them and Mexico uses Americas former way!" He said disgusted with the two countries slaughter.
"No! Blackhole can't die! We have to do something! Get the Throughbreds!" She yelled.
"Honey, you can't ride a horse there, God only knows.."
"I'll go alone!" She yelled, pulling her prized bay Throughbred mare, Special Something, from the stable.
"You need a saddle!" He yelled.
"I'm going to get the old racing stuff!" She screamed.
Bradly sighed, he was an old minor jockey, and rode the mare. He walked into his house.
Suddenly, she burst from the stable, riding the horse at a full gallop, follwing the path the truck took.
Everything swirled around me, the trailor smelt like blood and fear. I could hear hooves from behind me, and a wild lady screaming. Then I was pushed forward, and brakes squealed. Then I blacked out.
"I couldn't save him! He died!" Lisa cried, she was at the police station, reporting an illegal horse slaughter program.
"Mrs. Saunders, how exactly was he killed?" The cop asked.
"The driver, he saw me chasing him on my husbands old racing horse, and drove into a car in a intersection, and hit a car. He killed my horse, and injuired a poor girl and her mother on their way to soccer." She said, with tears running down her face.
"I see, he killed so far 17 horses for meat, to be sold on a blackmarket to foreign countries, and yours is to be buried on your property. This man had two-workers who are also arrested, and his illegal slaughter will be shut down. This case is very rare, horse people usually research this subject." He told her.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I never bothered with it because it was a emotional subject." She sniffled.
"Its okay, he will pay back how much you paid for this horse, and you brought the horse to the vet right? But was put down?" The cop asked.
"No, he died on impact."
"Okay, thats all the information we need." The cop dismissed her. She walked to her car.
"Oh Blackhole, I brought you justice." She said, driving home.
