Ava’s POV
The road ahead twisted through thick forests and messy bushes that seemed to grab at us from every side.
“Longer than I figured,” I muttered, peering out the small opening and seeing the sun drop lower with each bump we hit.
“Looking at this old map…” Steve started, but I cut him off quick.
“You could’ve just pulled up the GPS, Steve,” I said with a little laugh, sneaking a peek his way.
He glanced back, a sneaky grin creeping up. “An old-school pack calls for old-school ways, Ava.”
I let out a flat chuckle, turning my eyes back to the view outside. The hours melted together as we rolled on without much talk, just the odd crack of a stick under the horses’ feet or some far-off animal noise breaking the quiet.
“We’ll make it there soon, Ava,” Steve tossed in. “And get back
