“Unveiling Secrets: How Jess Phoenix’s ‘The Race’ Transforms the Meaning of Survival in an Unforgiving World”
The bike churned past me and Anthracite, only about a hundred feet to our left. We froze again, and once more seemed to have evaded our hunter. The blue running lights illuminated one change: there were now two men on the bike. The situation had jumped from bad right into the arms of worse.
With that realization, something deep in my gut hardened into steel. I was getting back on that horse and I was getting the two of us to that urtuu whatever the cost. Yes, it had taken the combined efforts of four people to get Anthracite under control for mounting earlier. The bike was sweeping across the valley in an arc, and its trajectory would bring it right to us in less than a minute. It was literally now or never.
