Chapter 11Determined horses rushed past us with the second carriage trailing behind. It was filled with an excess of straw and contained at least one passenger. Hiram Grey half-stood and leaned on the rails, holding on for dear life. It was now a good twenty feet away, and I couldn't get a clear focus on who else was with him. As they maneuvered around a ravine, Hiram screamed out for help. No one was steering the pair of horses from the front coach. They were wild with abandon, trampling anything in their path.
The carriage came to a screeching halt before colliding with an old farm building where Nana D previously stored all the harvested grains. Hiram flew from the carriage and crashed into an oak tree adjacent to the building. We stood in shock, mouths agape, at what had just unfolded
