Despite what her brain was telling her, her torso lowered and she took a hasty step forward, only to be caught by surprise when Gwen’s arm linked around hers, effectively arresting her headlong flight. “Relax, Rachel. He knows what he’s doing. Just watch and enjoy the show.” Rachel’s body vibrated with an overwhelming need to get to Porter. “Watch Porter be trampled to death? Are you insane?” She couldn’t take her eyes away from the horrific scene unfolding in the distance, her stomach roiling as the horse flew at Porter without hesitation. At the last possible second, the animal came to a halt, rearing back, its dangerous forelegs waving right over Porter’s unprotected head. Rachel’s knees nearly went from under her as Gwen spoke, her tone adopting a soothing quality that did nothing to calm Rachel’s jangling nerves. “He does this all the time. Trains horses.” Keeping her arm tight around Rachel’s, Gwen resumed their walk.
