Jamie escaping in Jackel Island's jungle |
My heart
pounded, but without further thought, I mounted the horse. As I rose
on the saddle, my heart lifted and
fluttered. I tested this animal by riding her in a tight circle, and she obeyed with ease. Only minimum pressure on the bit was required
to cue this pony. I surveyed the surroundings once more,
looking for the best escape route. I then quickly gave the forward command, and the horse and I raced off along the white fence and beyond,
traveling away.
We raced along a path in the woods that led to the
heart of the island. I had no idea
where I was heading; I just knew I
was heading east. I bolted away from Earl,
from Sheila and the nurses, from
Grady’s looks and advancements, from this place not being all I had intended
it to be, and from my past. I plunged ahead through the fertile trail flanked by
shoulder–high bushes, through this arboretum of wild jungle
in this eminently foreign land. I felt so very alive.
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