At dawn, they rode the path down the mountain. Now on relatively level ground, they looked forward to half a day’s ride, but first they stopped by a burn to water the horses. Mac knelt by the water, splashed her face, and brushed her teeth with the travel toothbrush she’d brought as a small self-indulgence. Now more alert thanks to the ice-cold water, she tucked her toothbrush back into her pocket. She smiled to herself. All she needed now was for David to arrive on his bike with a fresh cup of coffee in hand.
The sound of thundering horses jarred her back to the present. She looked up to see Ciarán running to her. He threw her onto the horse and leapt up behind her. The others were already mounted. Off they rode with half a dozen Rosses behind them.
“Get down, love, and hold onto the ma
