Connor rolled his eyes, "it was a threat yes, because its true. Kill a human, and I won't have much of a choice but to kill you. Moving on. Each of the seven masters have a hierarchy like this. This is for the city and towns in this territory, which spreads pretty fare" he said

As the moon rose, he could hear the ghost moving about outside, and then the frightened whinny. "Oh, gods, I forgot about Bessie" And he was up, grabbing the iron poker, a bag of salt and iron, and running out the house. 

He ran across the yard, to the stable, seeing the flickering apparition of the ghost and Bessie shrieking in her stall, rising up on her hind legs and back down. 

He didn't hesitate, slashing the iron through the ghost, making it disappear, he quickly set the salt and iron shavings around Bessie's stall, slashing the ghost one more time, and creating a circle around where it was. Bessie wouldn't like it, but at least he'd know where the ghost was. 

He went to sooth the horse, stroking her main. 

The ghost was off a young boy, his eyes now mischievous, a somewhat evil grin on his face.