The two men man-handled her into two further items. A comically large gold feathered head piece which rested ostentatiously on her head, the blinkers by her eyes accentuated the horse motif further. The new curtailment to her already limited vision meant she only had a narrow field of vision straight in front of her. She could hear the rattle of more tack, tantalisingly just outside the prison of the tack-room, she could detect the banter of female voices approaching, the click of heels on the wooden barn floors. She gauged by sound instead of sight that she would soon be molested by another set of visitors.