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“Tocho, if we’ve ever needed speed it’s now, come on fella, dig in and let’s go.” Caley whispered and felt the stallion respond – pushing harder, running faster than ever before. Tocho sailed over a down tree and repeated the jump a few steps further clearing another block in the path. They ran full tilt down the sloping hill, jumped a small stream and just as quickly climbed the other side. The lake was a good two or more miles away and Caley had never tried to make it in the few precious minutes left, but she sure had to try now. War had erupted on American soil and they had little time to get everyone to safety. Tocho ran, pushed, tore through tree branches and cleared a large wash. Caley felt the sting where the tree had surely sliced open her arm, but she couldn’t afford a look down. Her large Paint stallion wasn’t holding back or being careful, one missed glance and a large branch could easily remove her from his back. They crested another hill and cut over to an old logging road. Tocho pushed harder, ran faster then on a dime cut into the forest off to the left at Caley’s request with the reins. Down another hill, haunches nearly on the ground they descended to the last leg of the run. She started calling out for her son. She had to find him and get back to safety. Caley Wells is faced with the greatest challenge of her life… the choice to survive. |
