“Unveiling Secrets: How Jess Phoenix’s ‘The Race’ Transforms the Meaning of Survival in an Unforgiving World”
After a long minute or two, Dirtbike screamed something unintelligible over the engine whine and then sped away up the hill I’d just crested. I pulled Anthracite’s vortex to a halt, both of us choking on the bike’s dust. As soon as the bike disappeared, I led the horse off the dirt track and about two hundred feet straight into the low bushes of the valley. Not a single tree or hiding space was visible anywhere, and at that stage of dusk, neither was anything else. Well, anything other than my neon yellow reflective backpack and the two neon orange saddlebags strapped to the horse.
