“Back. Wheel about. Faster. No, faster.” Richard's voice was quick and steady.
Wendell tried to set up a defensive posture, but the enemy's mobility on the open land could outflank any stand.
“I'm still no good at this,” he thought to Richard. Fleetingly, he remembered again; Richard was the undisputed number one.
“Attack. What are you waiting for? C'mon!”
“Lemme alone,” Wendell thought in a snarl. He brought his chaotic squads into reasonable order, trying to use Terri's more successful units as a buttress. She recognized the effort and helped with a long, sweeping charge which momentarily broke the enemy's pressure. The battle, made up of charges and sudden wheeling flights to re-group and charge again, rolled over wide areas of terrain, always moving. Lathered horses whinnied and sc
