There was an auction set to take place later that day, and Atlas had been debating whether or not to attend. It would start in about three hours, leaving him with some time to make up his mind. Then again, it was more like two hours, as the place where it was taking place was about forty-five minutes away. Would he even find a horse that would truly catch his interest? One worth bidding on? There was always the risk of being outbid, of course, but that was the nature of any auction, a ...
