The clopping of the stallion's hooves echoed like war drums as Merrick raced down the cobblestone street. Porto Bello's terror-stricken residents darted a haphazard trail, running for their lives, forcing him to drive a chaotic path between them. A man burst into the street. Merrick jerked the reins and nearly struck a woman carrying a baby. The horse bucked. A load of pots, clothes, and tools flew from the man's arms, falling to the street with clanks and thuds. The woman screamed. ...