02-15-2016, 07:43 AM
Shi'ire head butted Fred in the back making the man move with a grunt. Fred cut off a curse as he heard the same noise of approaching footsteps. In a scramble, Fred hide. He didn't wish to be seen yet much less by himself or more appropriately by his past self.
Hiding behind some old green sacks and alfalfa bales he lay low and flat on the hardpacked ground that made up this part of the barn floor.
Shi'ire wasn't so lucky. The stallion size made it impossible to hide. Too late, Fred realized his companions predicament.
A young teen rounded the corner and flinched in surprise.
