Chapter 28

Instinctively, he bent his body forward and brought his left arm across his torso. He tucked his head, down and to the side, chin to chest. He landed exactly as he’d engineered, on the back of his left shoulder, and rolled to the side of the road.

Marcelo’s eyes watered, and his breath hissed in and out. He grabbed his shoulder and rocked as pain seared through him. That bump at the front of his shoulder was not normal.

A tear dripped down the side of his face into his hair as the pounding thwacks of the horses’ hooves rumbled into the distance. He’d been so hopeful, and now he was a sitting duck.