CHAPTER 16
Despite still warm days, summer slowly relinquished its reign. Autumn was closing in. The signs were clear. The leaves on trees didn’t seem as vibrantly green, and late nights were cooler, just shy of crisp. It was invigorating, though, and made walking mile after mile more tolerable in comparison. A bright white moon cast a blue hue of illumination onto the backs of the scattering of clouds passing by below.
We crossed the Grey Ashland on foot. Rasheed just a half-step ahead of me. He claimed walking was more practical. Horses were a burden. They needed food, and water, and rest. Horses required care and attention. Those luxuries weren’t always accessible. If they needed to hide, blend, quickly escape, a horse might hinder the attempts.
“Whatever is bothering you, I hope you
