Drabble 18: Ride Like the Wind

Leaping on Jama, Wind galloped away from the ranch. He soon slowed a bit, but continued riding relatively hard through the broiling afternoon heat of midsummer toward town. He couldn't ride all out or Jama wouldn't make it the 35 miles.

He couldn't ride too slow or Mrs. Cannon and the baby might not.

It would do no good to bring her all the way to Tucson to find the doctor was not available. His job was to find him and have him ready when she arrived.

Wind encouraged his horse.

Jama's rapid hoofbeats continued unabated.

Tucson, just 34 miles.

~HC~

Author's Note: I'm traveling today so I've set this up in advance to be able to post from my phone. Thanks to all the readers and any reviewers who may have commented on Drabble 17; I'll do individual thank yous and respond to any comments on Friday. Hope everyone has a great day!