Chapter 9

Now the trail meandered through tall evergreens. The rich cinnamon scent sweetened the air and the thick needles that had fallen from the trees carpeted the ground. The mules made little noise as they trudged along, just a gentle scuffle of sound as hooves stirred the duff. They all had a bit of sweat salt crusted now on their bodies, but they still moved easily and did not seem to be exhausted.

Jase, however, had begun to count the hours until he could get down and stretch. He’d sit on something a bit softer than this iron-hard saddle; could perhaps even lie down; relax his hands, too, now stiff from clasping the reins in a stranglehold. Even while he made sure not to pull them too tight to hurt Katie’s mouth with the bit, he felt dropping one would be tantamount to releasing the steering wheel in heavy traffic. He was sure having no control over his mount would be a dangerous thing.

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