Two Hours Away

Chapter 7

They continued the journey on their feet, worried about the horses and how they would deal with the stress of a gallop after the wild one they had just been on. Dante immediately agreed, his affection for his horse trumping anything else. Asher on the other hand did not want to walk, and he told me as much.

“Look, our pack is still at least two hours away, and it's an even longer journey when we are walking. I really don't want to do this.”

He had stopped in the middle of the path, and instead of dignifying his outburst with an answer, I walked past him, noting that Dante and the two horses had done the exact same thing.

Sighing, he turned around to walk with us, pausing at the trunk of a very wide tree. It had some mangoes on it, ripe and heavy, and I stopped abruptly too. As though my stomach recognized the fruit, it growled, and I blushed.

“So you're hungry too? I thought we were just going to keep walking for hours on end and then hope for the best?”

“In what world do