Drabble 20: The Dangerous Ride
The "road" to Tucson was that in name only. Most was actually little more than a trail.
Reno and Roy rode ahead to keep it clear of debris, indicating the way when needed.
A rockslide, gulley, or toppled saguaro could mean doom for the bouncing buckboard.
Indeed, it was a fast, bumpy ride.
Victoria cried out, almost as much from the feeling as if she was being tossed out as the pains of labor. She gripped the rails, her knuckles white.
"Mano, she's a'need'n help. I's goin' back to hold 'er down."
Mano nodded as Buck swung to the back.
~HC~
Author's Note: Thanks to Cathy and a guest for comments on yesterday's drabble!