I hear Bear’s horse whine miserably. I don’t turn around to check what happened, I concentrate on not getting knocked off by branches. My horse is faster than the one I’m chasing because I’m lighter than the two men on the other horse and that one has to fight its way through the forest. I’m right on their heels and manage to draw my sword. My only problem is, I can’t get close enough to the rider to kill him. That’s okay, we can’t keep running amuck in this forest forever. I’ll get him when we reach the road. My prey has other plans. He draws a sword and I realize in time he only has to incapacitate my horse to get away, but that’s also all I have to do to stop him. I hate doing it. I love horses. I don’t name them anymore and I try not to get attached, even so, hurting them on purpose fe
