C3 CHAPTER THREE

The Boy

He was drawn from the verge to the middle of the dusty, heat-scorched road. The youth stood stock still, head held high and at a slight angle, and watched the dark-haired young stranger riding off.

A vein on his long graceful neck pulsed slightly. The meeting with the itinerant young man, martially accoutred and mounted on his big brown horse, had awoken unformed