Anna and Ellen had taken one side of the creek bed while Steve had the opposite. Despite the urgency, she felt inside she moved her horse along at a slow, steady trot. The horse was relaxed and moving along smoothly with its head down. Anna was watching along the creek bed and looking into the side pastures for any sign of Lane knowing he would leave something if he had made camp in that direction. They had traveled about six miles when the horse’s head snapped up and ears shot forward. It started to hesitate when she drove her heels into its sides not giving it any time to think.
The horse dropped into a dead run and traveled straight down the creek bed until it rounded a corner. There it set its hind legs under itself sliding to a stop. She threw her heels forward pushing herself back
