I LIEK DRAWRING - Let's Draw TRAIL of TRAVAIL with R. H. Snow! CHAPTER I: Hell-Bent for Leather

Leaning back, the Watcher twisted to take his shot in the dark, blasting another 12-gauge slug from his short-barrelled Remington shotgun; curses in the darkness behind them accompanied the shriek of panicked horses.

Distressed by the anguished cries of their pursuers' mounts, Rose pressed her face against Oro's sweating neck, threading her other hand into his pale mane to cling for dear life. She was being pressed forward in their shared saddle by the Watcher's heavy body, the saddle horn jammed uncomfortably against her belly; the draft saddle's stiff leather abraded her bare thighs beneath her short jersey shift, and she deeply regretted not wearing something more suitable toforiding horseback. The deer's ears of her doehide hood flapped in the wind as Oro surged, blowing back to reveal a tangled cloud of black curls. Hooves drumming the dirt, the massive Palomino tore up the soft earth beneath him, chunks of soil flying up behind him with each heavy hoofbeat.

A bullet whizzed by the Watcher's ear, chipping bark off a nearby tree as he raced ahead, curving into a ravine...

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