Justin could feel his every heartbeat thudding against the forest floor. Someone was coming. He didn't know how many of them there were, but as they closed in, he could hear them talking in hushed tones.

Justin hadn't noticed until now, but the snow had stopped falling. He looked at the steeds. They stood still and quiet, but one sound, one nervous clomp of a hoof, one swish of a tail-

A noise broke the silence: a creaking strain. Turning, Justin saw that it was the sound of ...