A quick glance over her shoulder, and Angharad saw the shadows of the men appear far behind them.
“We have to hurry!”, she shouted, but by now their horse was utterly exhausted and their pace was slowing. Without saying a word, Matthew took the stern rope in his hand, pulled himself up and over the roof of the boat with the other, and jumped onto the path. He spun around, wrapping the rope across his torso, and then he hooked it over his shoulder and pulled. His dark face crumpled into a frown as his back hunched over and he forced his way forward; his bulk now another stumbling dark shape against the reddening sky. Continue reading →