Commerce and labor are the lifeblood of economics, great and small, and today's world in and out of Equestria was no exception: even though bits are standard currency in their native homeland, lighter packages are still possible, especially regarding exchange; however, the concept of honest wages are still alienated for an alarming percentage of individuals, many who have turned to a life of crime and villainy.

Once upon a time, there were a trio of suitcases being pursued by a band of traitors to their nation, whether one world or another; now, one remains and along with it, one survivor, frustrated by an otherwise best laid plan thwarted by unforeseen consequences as is: it wasn't enough for one to be lost in the landmass, now another individual has stumbled across its contents and conspiratorial cutthroats.

Enter a tree stump, stuck in a desert along a horse with a name and an injury in dire need of treatment from the former's perspective: little is know about the latter except for the color of tresses and coat, not it'd done much good so to speak despite breathing freely; either way, as far as they're both concerned, by and large, regarding the scheme, to quote a junkie's words, "he can't keep getting away with this...!"

An entry for the A Thousand Words Contest II in the Experimental category.