Sher pulled Kris past Jacob to the garage. They slid along the wall. On the other side of the garage waged war between the cops and crowd. Stones and fire flew. Batons cracked. The bullhorn shouted orders. Drums pounded. Men with bandanas pulled over their faces jumped off of a short concrete wall on the other side of the alley and pulled cops off the horses. “Free the people! Free the horses!” one yelled as he whacked a horse on its haunches, sending it into a frenzy that ended with it being hit by a car four blocks away, breaking a leg, and being shot dead in the street by the cop who’d been riding it.
Sher yanked Kristin toward an opening in the alley, shook her, and yelled, “Run!” The girls vaulted the short concrete fence behind a large stately white house, leaped over flat prickly b
