“I’ll be back in a few, love”, said Jack before he went out.
That was several hours ago. I started worrying. He loved the snowy landscape. And he loved it even more on horseback. He’d usually be gone for an hour, riding in the beautiful land my grandfather had left us.
I heard hooves and I saw Dash coming my way, without Jack. Probably more worried than I, Dash quickly lead me to Jack. There, Jack laid unconscious.
“911. Fast”, I thought. Dash looked relieved, but Jack’s white jacket was turning red.
I couldn’t do anything but stay strong and wait.