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“Shh!” Jara said. “Settle, girl! What’s wrong?”
Egalite strained at the tether between her and Filla.
The path they were descending was too narrow for this struggle. Jara was afraid both horses would slip and tumble over the side.
She quickly dismounted from Filla and held on to the rope leading to Egalite’s bridle. The large gray horse whinnied loudly and reared again.
“Jara!” Rinaldo shouted from further ahead on the path. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know!” Jara tried to stroke Egalite’s neck, but the horse was too agitated to stay still.
Rinaldo couldn’t come help her. He couldn’t walk on his injured ankle. Jara even wondered if he should be riding, but there was no choice. They all had to leave before the weather turned worse again.
It had taken more time than Rinaldo anticipat
