Taking Grandpa's horse across was almost shockingly uneventful. Perhaps the night's rest had caused the animal to forget the smell of blood and the fact that a monster dwelled in the waters they crossed.
Regardless of the cause, Ford breathed a sigh of relief when he got to the other side, ready to turn right back around and make another run; either to bring the final horse across, or the three humans, if they decided to let the final horse go.
"That went well enough that I'm inclined to risk the other," Ford told Seth as he handed off Grandpa's horse, "but I'll leave the final decision to you and Grandpa."
"I don't want to push you harder than we have to," Seth frowned, looking into the water. Ford's eyes drifted across the water, but he couldn't see the beast's outline in the early dawn.
"Where is it?" Ford blinked.