If it had been any darker the black horses would have seemed invisible. They did not have the impressive headdresses that they wore the first time she saw the carriage, but they were still magnificent. Elizabeth stepped out of the house for the first time in seven days, to see the impressive carriage in the gas street lighting. Ryan stood next to the team running his hand across the glossy coat of a horse.
“Do you have it?” He asked. It was not the stupidest question that Elizabeth had ever heard, but it was close.
“Yes, of course,” she answered.
“We are not stopping.” Ryan continued to face the horse. “You better be sure that you don’t need to.” The tone of his voice was more annoying than usual.
“I won’t need to stop.”
“Then get in.” There was no difference in the way Ryan had s
