Chapter 3

“Front. He’s awfully weak. I’m afraid he’ll fall off if he’s behind me.” Jamal leaned over and slid his hands under Nev’s arms. “Okay, give him a boost.”

It was a dicey maneuver. Jamal had to hug the horse with his knees, heels down in the stirrups to have enough leverage and stability to get Nev in front of him without both of them falling off. Finally settled into position, he could feel Nev gasping for breath, or maybe that was gasping in pain.

“You okay?”

“Uh-huh.” Nev’s voice had returned to hoarse and barely audible.

“Just try to relax. It’ll take us a few hours to get back to the garrison.”