Logan pointed towards Sacha’s front feet and Hana’s eyes widened in horror at the gaping hole in front of them. It looked like a giant took a bite out of the earth. Hana looked behind her for a way to turn, seeing nothing but the slender, winding path downwards.
“Remember those rains a few weeks back?” Logan tilted his hat back on his head. “Something’s blocked the stream, so the water came through here instead.” He turned in his saddle to face Hana, greeted by her frightened green eyes.
“We need to turn around.” She searched his face, not wanting to hear his denial. She got it anyway.
“No,” he countered. “There’s not enough room. We’ll cross here. Leave your reins long and lean back. Hold onto the saddle if you can and trust the horse.”
He saw the abject refusal in Hana’s face and squ
