“Unveiling Secrets: How Jess Phoenix’s ‘The Race’ Transforms the Meaning of Survival in an Unforgiving World”
He was my third horse of the day, and my ankles were ready to give out after twelve hours in the stirrups. Sighing, I pushed Anthracite’s head away and turned to slog back up the hill. A small engine whining behind us caught my attention. Sparse outcrops of tan boulders flanked the dirt road we were following. The track led down into a small valley filled with knee-high bushes, and the horse station lights I had glimpsed on the other side were definitely there. The smell of gasoline and motor oil hit as a single headlight bounced, drawing closer.
