“Look out!” Arlen cried as they turned a tight bend. Right in front of them, a cart was turned across the road, thick bushes to either side making it impossible to ride around. Renna dug her knees into Promise and pulled hard on her mane. The giant horse reared, whinnying and kicking wildly, and it was all Renna could do to keep her seat. Arlen watched, amused, from atop Twilight Dancer, who had already pulled up short and composed himself. “Promised you no halter,” Renna said to the mare when she finally calmed. “Din’t say nothin’ about no saddle. You think on that.” Promise snorted.
