L'étalon

Navigating these lands by foot has proven to be a strenuous task. Sidewalks and shoulders of highways can be seen as far as the eye can see; forever beckoning the challenge of a sure-footed steed. What the sidewalk said was right: I needed a mount in order to patrol the stretching borders of Trois-Pistoles and the safety of my fellow agents. I had heard rumours of a man who would lend out horses to travelers, and so I ventured to find him on this morn. I found him in his stable and after the traditional Quebecois greeting of bonjour, I asked him whether he had any horses free to rent. Alas, all of his equine were rented out, but one. This horse, he said, was a wild, untamable creature but the mightiest he had ever seen. If I could muster the power of will to tame him, he could be mine. After laying eyes upon the animal, both he and I knew that we would be the greatest of teams. With the help of a stable boy I mounted him. As I did, the calamity and chaos of all of Quebec halted, almost mirroring the tranquility born in the heart of horse and rider. His name was Velo, and together we shall change this town forever.