CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The soft glow of dawn filled the east as Flynn and Maria mounted their new horses and rode out of the corral, followed by Jesus on a spotted pony. Cory, was riding his coal-black mount and leading three mules loaded with a variety of supplies.
The Elder had tried to persuade them to turn back. He walked beside Flynn, speaking softly. "My friend, I would not advise you to go to the mountains. Not even the Agentes de la ley will dare to go there. Jornado del muerto.”
Flynn answered with sadness in his voice. "You may be right. It could well be the journey of death, but I have no choice. It is something I have to do, a destiny I must meet." He pricked his horse with his spurs and started to move out making a salute of farewell. "Adiós, old one, adiós, my friend.”
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