Relentless

5

When Vickers made his run and Hargit’s bunch started shooting Watchman slammed the horse up into the trees, not caring about the noise because Hargit’s men wouldn’t hear anything for a little while after firing rifles close by their own ears.

He slipped his leg over the back of the saddle and hung there on one side of the horse with all his weight on a crook’d leg in one stirrup, fist locked around the saddle horn, and twigs and branches raked his shoulders and head with wicked stings. The noise had excited the horse and it rammed up through the pines on the dead run.