“Unveiling Secrets: How Jess Phoenix’s ‘The Race’ Transforms the Meaning of Survival in an Unforgiving World”
I landed in the saddle and the entire state of play shifted. My head whipped around, eyes searching for the bike. Finding it, I clamped my wrecked legs around the horse’s sides and pulled him to a halt. As much as I wanted to tear off at top speed, I knew that would have been foolish. My feet found the stirrups, and I patted my new favorite horse on the neck. As soon as I located the area where I believed the urtuu to be, we started off. The adrenaline had us both wrapped in its thrall still, so keeping to a walk was excruciating.
