“Be very good, mein Herr, or you vill be punished zeverely! Do as you are told undt ve von’t hurt you, at least not too much at virst, anyway!”
The bearing reins kept my head pulled back and I couldn’t look down to see her; but her tone was ominous. I remained still while she knelt and released my hobble from the floor ring.
“Zer guut!” she exclaimed. “Undt now ve are going to load you into zis horse tranzporter. You vill behafe, Mein Herr, or you vill be quite zorry! Follow me!”
The reins jerked my head around to the right and I had to follow their commanding tug. Before me was a yawning door in the back of a trailer and I barely caught a glimpse of the heavy dooramp leading up to its inside, before the reins jerked me into a stumbling, hobbled prance toward it. Inside, on the deck of
