The sky is as empty as the landscape, she thought irritably. If these people were riding through the middle of nowhere, they rode through it with purpose. There was no stopping for items as trivial as food or water. Meagan’s saddle possessed a single skin canteen of water, which she had ineptly doused over her face and clothes while attempting a drink.
Meagan had a complaint, or rather a series of them. There seemed to be no rules to this legend, and it was very disorienting to keep changing places and time periods, to say nothing of being snatched away at the last possible moment—was it to be a deathmatch every time? This is the worst possible legend, Meagan told herself, sulking. It was more like a curse. Of course, I could have listened to Mrs. Bridgestone, added an unwelcome thought. She pushed it away…
When the other riders spoke, of course it was a language she could not understand. Also, Meagan was out of practice and the pony’s backbone was growing more distinct with each passing mile. She could not guess how the group of horsemen knew their way. The land was nothing except rolling grass in all directions. A line of dark clouds hugged the hazy horizon ahead, offering the hope of cool rain. Uncharacteristically, she thought dismounting would be the best relief.
Strangely, though, on closer inspection it seemed the bottom of the clouds hung below the horizon. Meagan’s pony suddenly raised her head and whinnied into the wind, and hundreds of answers echoed across the empty grassland. The trumpeting of horses filled the open plain as if the land ahead were welcoming them…
Excerpted from Eclipsed by Shadow, the award-winning first volume of “The Legend of the Great Horse” trilogy. (Hrdbk pg. 180)
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