For a second, Hana felt confusion add to her panic, realising with a flash of inspiration Logan meant the man, not the horse. Jack positioned Digger next to the table and looked around for the quaking rider, indicating again with his arm for Hana.
She dragged her feet and approached the deaf man. He jabbed a finger at the makeshift block. With a tiny groan of protest, Hana obeyed, clambering onto the tabletop on her hands and knees. The horse seemed smaller when she stood up, until she looked at the ground. Dust spun away from the fidgeting hooves below. Her face paled and Hana felt her blood launch into her feet and away from her brain. Jack slapped her calf and looked impatient and Hana panicked. Reaching into the annals of her memory for the sign language she shared with her mother, sh
