Morgan
I’d been trailing him for three miles.
He had no idea where he was going. He went to the river, those headphones plugged in. The music was so loud that I could hear it from fifty yards behind him. He was an i***t. He never stopped to mark where he was turning. Just blindly moving from one path to another, until we were winding through a narrow ravine. There was a trickle of water underneath him, and I eyed the cliff walls on both sides of us. A mountain lion could perch up there and jump down. I had no weapon, just Shiloh’s hooves if I called to her.
Then again, he would have no idea what was happening until it was too late.
I turned and whistled.
I heard her coming minutes later, and with him still running ahead, I dropped back until I was trailing by another thirty feet or so
