Across the river

Ford stared down at the raging torrent which lapped eagerly at the next canyon's walls. If they'd been camped out down there, they would have been swept away and drowned in barely a heartbeat.

"I sure hope the cave's on this side," He said aloud. There would be no way they could cross now without traveling miles upstream to the ferry he'd once taken across, and he had no money to pay the man now.

Mia didn't comment, but gasped and pulled on the reins of her horse. The animal moved behind a rock formation quickly, and Ford's horse followed without hesitation.

Across the river, Ford could see a small grouping of horses and men.

Mia's family.

One caught sight of him just before he turned out of view, and yelled something indistinct across the gorge and river separating them. Even if he could have made out the words, he probably didn't want to, Ford decided.