porkyandthemob

As they approached the mouth of the canyon the horses intuitively slowed down from their fast pace to a slow trot. The canyon was extremely narrow with jagged rock cliffs on either side. One tall pine stood motionless just off the trail; the wind had stopped. “A tree, we are getting closer,” the one in charge said. The others agreed with short whispers. Looking back to the plain with thin eyes he growled “Move it!” In the distance a large man ran with great agility with a long staff in hand. They charged the canyon at full speed. “Is he gaining?” one asked. “Shut up!” another hissed.