The stable is hidden in a recluse, far off the usual roads. It is a rather decrepit place, with the only new thing being the shining black pick-up in the driveway. The barn itself is small and dirty, crowded with a small paddock that now serves as a ring and an impromptu new paddock made of barbed wire standing behind this. The whole place could honestly use a good wash more than anything, and the smell of manure is overpowering upon entrance. The stalls are kept clean, but the pile never seems to be cleaned out or scattered across the fields behind.