Chapter 22: No Bed of Roses
I had no idea how long the horse plowed through the unforgiving forest, but it felt like an endless loop of time where I struggled with no success to get control back. Terror clawed up my throat and fear raked its sharp edges down my spine. I screamed so long and loud that my voice cracked and I was pretty sure at some point I closed my eyes and prayed. My stomach hurt from all the knots it was tied in. The only thing that kept me holding on was the fact that Boss didn’t seem interested in throwing me off of his back. He was, however, determined to get as far away from what had spooked him as quickly as possible. Just like Cy had told me when I first climbed on. Boss was dodging and weaving his way through trees and leaping over rocks and brush at a dazzling pace.