A Horse With No Name – Part 3
This post is going to suck. I’m in a terrible mental place, my grandmother just died, and I honestly and sincerely wish that anything I did would be successful. So I’m just going to write, and hope that it isn’t complete garbage. No promises.
A Horse With No Name – Part 3
The Twin barreling towards me drowned out all light, and the tumultuous noise drowned out all other sounds. All I could hear as I raced towards certain doom was the thud of the horses hooves, and the thud of my own heart.
Clap-clap, thump, clap-clap, thump.
Beating out a perfect rhythm, I closed the distance. I pushed the roan under me to greater speed, and pushed out my panic and fright by focusing on the small frame of the figure ahead of me. They were in obvious pain, but still managed to run towards their oncoming savior.
I barreled down in a maelstrom of sound and lightning, reaching down as I hung horizontal in the saddle. The wayward soul below me extended their good arm, and our wrists clasped in a smack of welcome audible even above the din.
I used the momentum of my charge and swung them up behind me in the saddle. Without being told, the tiny figure wrapped their one good arm around my waist, and hung on for dear life. My ribs creaked, but I couldn’t care less. Adrenaline and triumph surged within me, drowning out such petty worries.
I banked the Roan, turning a quick reverse that could’ve ended in disaster. There was no time to waste, none to spare. Either I drove this horse to death, or I died with the stranger under the gnashing teeth of The Twin.
I ran.
I didn’t look back. I couldn’t bear knowing. Either I would make it, or I wouldn’t, and looking back could be the difference between victory or defeat. The frantic heartbeats of my passenger beat against my back, in tune with the fluttering fear driving me onward.
The roan needed no encouragement. He was letting loose for all he was worth.
The Twin, denied it’s prey, seemed to howl louder as it advanced.
To be continued…
Thumpfully,
Justin
