“Please, I’m begging you!” Luke pleaded.
“I already said no, be gone.”
“I need money” Luke said, desperate, collapsing to his knees.
The stallion shook his head, walking away.
Luke buried his face in the asphalt and wept. He had nothing. Where had he gone wrong?

Author's Note

Really short chapter, I needed it to set up the next one, and the stopping point felt right.