Dawn
My arse hurts from this damned horse. The last time I was on a horse, Ryan, Emily, and I were fleeing the American town of Cincinnati. We rode so fast I didn"t have time to think about my bum. Ryan and I needed to get to the Republic of Texas before Jonathan Clarke and the Rebels destroyed the whole damn place. The adrenaline overpowered any aches and pains I should have had.
It"s our third day with our escort. We will reach the Moreno border tomorrow and part ways with them. Darkness creeps up on us fast and we stop to make camp. I walk up behind Gabby when she is in deep conversation with Carlos, Raf, and a Mexican woman named Ana. Gabs looks up at me and then calls the rest of the group over.
“Ana has experience with the Morenos,” she says. “She was a part of their household as
