Chapter 47
I found riding in the mountains a very different experience than traveling through the countryside with the caravan. It was quiet. There wasn't the constant background of creaking wagons and talking people or the open views of farmland either. We were surrounded by dense forest that closed us in. Ginger pointed out the weathered rocks that marked our way. There was no road or even path to follow. I had the feeling that the mountains didn't want me there. There was a hostility in the air that made my skin crawl. It didn't appear to bother Ginger. In fact, the opposite was true. The farther we got into the mountains the more relaxed he got. He even pointed out wildlife and flowers for me.