Never, ever again would Audrey ride through an abandoned town at night again like she was at the moment. She shuddered as a cold wind blew through the ghost town, chilling her to the bone. She was already soaked due to rain and the wind was just making it worse. Damned weather. Damned horse. Damned everything! She growled mentally.
Once she was out of the town and bad weather she urged the horse on faster until they reached the next town. Audrey put the horse in the stable and counted up the little money she had, enough to buy some food and a blanket. She hurried over to the nearest inn, bought everything she needed, and when nobody was looking, stole a beautiful black and white horse, hurrying out of town.
After about riding for an hour Audrey jumped off the horse, which, surprisingly, stayed at her side, and began to walk. Riding got somewhat annoying to her after a while. All the running really made her want to beat the hell out of the horse. "Ya, honey, I do." She suddenly heard someone whisper, making her stop in her tracks. It had sounded like Tyrel!
