I came to some cross-paths and hesitated, or at least I think so. It's strange what you remember when you think back. A lot of this chase was a blur, trees, bare and leafless, some evergreens, the brown muddy road, rocky in some places. Fresh dung, horse dung. Steaming in the cool air.
And I remember being alone, feeling alone, my heart racing within my chest as if it would leap out. Trying to catch my breath and sometimes wishing that Brownlea were Rainbow, but I would have needed Rainbow with wings. Not that slow old mare who has been so faithful, step after step. I tried to keep my mind on catching up with my father's kidnappers, but with the galloping race of Brownlea's hoofs, I found my mind dashing over a dozen different reasons not to be doing what I was doing. My mother's anger. She would be SO angry, I told myself. And I think Papa would be mad with me, but I could not stop myself. I just had to find my father and even if I could not rescue him, as if I could, I thought, even if I could not, it would be enough, just to be with him.
Then, I realised that I was not so alone after all. I believed in my Heavenly Father. Tears blinded my eyes but I knew I could go on. I was not alone, no not at all, and if David had truly killed the giant, then I knew that I could somehow rescue my father, even if it cost me. What would it cost? I wondered. I hoped it wouldn't hurt too much, or that I wouldn't have to part with Brownlea. Kidnappers would steal horses too...
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