“Unveiling Secrets: How Jess Phoenix’s ‘The Race’ Transforms the Meaning of Survival in an Unforgiving World”
As I pondered the absence of a response, I heard a low, rhythmic rumble coming from my left. Anthracite cocked an ear and his head perked up. The rumble resolved into a thundering wave of hoofbeats, rushing towards us at speed. Anthracite lashed his head from side to side, eager to join the herd that would soon overtake us. Being caught in a stampede in the dark was not anything I had anticipated, but I hoped it would distract our pursuers on the bike.
As the herd rushed towards us, a few horses neighed. Anthracite responded, his cries joining those of the galloping herd. Those neighs drew a clear picture in the night air and the roiling sea of horseflesh parted around us, some coming close enough to touch. We sat, a perfectly still island amidst the stream of racing bodies. I fought to keep my grip on the reins, Anthracite trying his best to tear them from my hands to join the others.
