“Ride on!” he shouted as the first crash of lightning struck the mountain top and thunder rumbled down upon them, amplified by the echoes off the high rock cliffs.
Bless Chelsea, she leaned into it and flew up the trail. He watched closely, but she stayed solid, didn’t even a grab the pommel. Her legs must be screaming fire, but she rode, if not like an experienced horsewoman, then plenty close.
The icy rain broke over them, but the trail was solid and drained well, so he left them at the run.
In five minutes they were drenched, but the cabin was in sight. He shouted ahead and they eased down through canter to trot and arrived at the cabin at a walk.
“Down you go,” he slid off and helped her down from her horse. “Take their reins and walk them back and forth. It will do all three of yo
