“Unveiling Secrets: How Jess Phoenix’s ‘The Race’ Transforms the Meaning of Survival in an Unforgiving World”
I gripped Anthracite’s reins in my left hand and used my right to find the back of the saddle. His ears flattened to his skull and even by the weak starlight, I could see the whites of his eyes, challenging me.
“Hold still. We’re doing this,” I told him, not sure if it was for his benefit or mine.
I knew that a normal mount would be impossible based on the circus last time. I calculated that it was best to stand at Anthracite’s shoulder and face his butt. I quickly stabbed a boot through the stirrup and launched over his back, willing my ass to hit leather.
