Outrunning One Storm For Another
‘Clara!’ Matt’s voice roared over the rising gale of wind. ‘Get off that horse and get in here!’ The dark-haired girl turned in the direction of Matt’s voice, and saw the hulking, massy black cloud of storm-front eclipsing the innocent blue of the sky, devouring it mercilessly. Shit… it was gonna boil up a squall after all, and here she’d been out riding, paying no mind to the weather at all. Clara dug her heels into her mare’s sides, and the mare shot forward nearly unseating her. She was...