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Rain lashes her face, pours off her hat, saturates her to the bone. Her chestnut tugs at the bit, lowers her head, equally sodden and dejected as her rider.
“This is fucking bullshit, eh girl?” Johanna – no, not Johanna anymore, that name is dead and buried, Jane clicks her tongue, runs her hand across the horse’s neck. “Guess we’ll be taking the long way around.” She sets off at a trot, squinting through the pouring rain.
“Whoa.” Jane halts her mare, eyes fixed intently on what appears to be another rider, rapidly making their way towards her.
“Didn’t think anyone else would be mad enough to be out here in this weather. I guess we all got our reasons.” The chestnut doesn’t respond.
“Oi!”, she calls out, waving her hand in the reaction of the rider.
“Don’t waste your time heading down this way. River’s too flooded to ford!”