First draft. Not sure the order of this chapter but posting it now. Appreciate comments, thanks!

They cleared the path not long after the moon had disappeared behind the mountain pines. Michael was used to the dark, having spent so many years walking with his father to the mine and breaker. There were so many men making the same trek back then that he had no fear, he knew the way and he had his father.

But this was different. He had rarely been on a horse. Sure, Rosie occasionally, b...