As we approach I can hear the horse, actually, and I’m no veterinarian but it does sound injured. I hope it isn’t too badly, I wouldn’t want to see any animal in that condition. Still, at least it’s alive. Perhaps we’ll get a horse doctor out here and everything will be fine, just another anecdote to tell. I can actually see the horse now, struggling to get up, I think, and kicking its legs, manically, frighteningly. There’s something beneath it – oh, s**t, Bastian. I try to run over to him, to pull him out from under the horse, but I can’t get close to its struggling legs without getting kicked in the head myself, and I’ve read all about how they can kill you. And his face rolls over towards me and I can see now already that he’s bruised all over, his skin black and purple and his face ca
