The Pewter Jockey was a rich and gallant fellow. He and his horse owned much property, including hotels and houses. All the property had been won and paid for with great care and skill. But, a dread came over he and his horse as they neared a great territory not owned by them. A huge red hotel marked this property. It loomed above them, too close already, only five paces away. The Pewter Jockey patted his horse as he neared the property. It became two paces away, and the Jockey feared that he would have to stop at the hotel. He was still on his own property at this point; the Pewter Jockey had been wise enough to purchase as much as he had, but another owned the looming red hotel. The Pewter Jockey knew too well that the hotel belonged to the infamous Pewter Iron. He wished to pass by, but if he saw giant snake eyes, he knew that his fate would be to pass the night in the hotel.
The very same hotel had been the ruination of three of the Pewter Jockey’s close friends. The Pewter Shoe, the Pewter Hat, and the Pewter Thimble had all met their fates there. The Pewter Jockey feared that he might share their fate, thus allowing the Pewter Iron to win.
Silently, the Pewter Jockey and Horse watched the horizon, anxious to see their fates written on the pale dawn. The Pewter Jockey gazed ahead with tears in his eyes; before the white expanse he saw the black dots reading his destiny. He beheld three dots and galloped past the red hotel to a sign reading, “GO -->> COLLECT $200.00 SALARY AS YOU PASS.”