Chapter 63: Testing

The sun rose to the height of the tree branches as two riders galloped swiftly atop the river embankment.

Tamas suddenly slowed down in front, and seeing this, Winters also abruptly pulled the warhorse to a halt.

"Over there, Centurion," Tamas pointed to a bend in the Big Horn River. "The barbarians anchored right there."

The warhorse shuffled its legs restlessly, as if it could smell the lingering scent of blood in the air.

Winters gently tugged at the reins, scrutinizing and evaluating the dam, slopes, ditches, and rivers before him.

After a moment of contemplation, he pulled out a map book whose cover had already turned dark, made a few markings, and then put it back in the saddlebag. "Let's go down and take a look!"

Winters merely applied slight pressure with his legs, and the sensitive warhorse immediately understood.