They must have been riding for hours, though it was still fully night. She glanced up at the nearly full moon shining across a sky filled with far more stars than she’d ever seen, noting with dismay that the moon hadn’t moved far since they set out. They hadn’t been riding long at all. It just seemed that way. Time in this place moved at the speed of Manhattan traffic. A snail’s pace. Her rear was numb, her body sore, and her adrenaline spent. All she wanted was a hot bath and a warm, soft bed. Which were about as likely as suddenly riding upon a 7-Eleven. She’d finally accepted that she was well and truly in the past. “We’ll hide,” Talon said in a low voice, dismounting. A cool, woodsy-smelling breeze tugged at her Jedi robe. Night insects clicked and chirped against the tinkling sound of a nearby creek. No sound of horses met her ears.
