And now, as George stood in the fading light of the evening, staring at his horse—alive and well, standing before him—it felt like a dream come true. But his joy was tempered by that uneasy feeling, the sense that something wasn’t quite right.
He took another step closer, his breath fogging in the cool air, but as he did, the shadow behind Thunder seemed to shift, moving closer to the edge of the barn. Thunder seemed calm, but George could feel the weight of something else in the air.