“Unveiling Secrets: How Jess Phoenix’s ‘The Race’ Transforms the Meaning of Survival in an Unforgiving World”
“Are you ok?”
I could see him clearly now, his face lit greenish by the glow from the satellite phone in his hand, eyes narrowed and searching for me.
“No! I need help. Now. Please!”
I urged Anthracite forward the last few feet to meet Kevin. I dropped out of the saddle, and I vaguely heard Kevin calling for help from the urtuu. Someone came and took Anthracite’s reins. At first, all I could choke out between gasps was to tell them to be nice to him, because he had kept me safe. Kevin wrapped his arm around my shoulders and helped me forward as my legs fought to function. We made our way towards the ger amidst a growing crowd of Derby riders, crew, and locals.
