“Is she all right?” “One way to find out,” I growled. “Hah, mule!” I laid my left hand on the rough, pebbled skin of my steed and willed it forward. The saddle lurched, and I clutched hard with my other hand to stay on. The first few steps were the worst. The saddle sat at a sharp incline not too unlike that on a rearing horse. But as my mount gathered speed, the length of her body tilted forward, until her spine was almost parallel with the ground. I didn’t know this before, but as it turns out, Tyrannosaurs can really haul ass.
