He inched forward, his steps slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving the shadowy figure that seemed to lurk just behind his horse. The closer he got, the more his mind raced. “Could it be some kind of predator?” George thought. “A coyote? A mountain lion?”
But none of it made sense. If it was something dangerous, Thunder would’ve bolted, wouldn’t he? George had never known his horse to shy away from a fight, but he’d also never seen him so completely unbothered by something so close.