"Of course not!"
"I hope you were just joking. You look so bad, though, I
wouldn't be suprised. You must have gotten carried here by the storm.
Stranger things have happened," he says. "Come on- I'll
take you to my place. The filly- is she yours?
She's a beauty. Can she walk? Can YOU walk? Well, let's see."
You are too tired to protest. As he helps you up, you marvel at how
strong he is, how deep his blue eyes are. A wave of pain sweeps over
you, and you black out.
You glance up and see a lad of about seventeen standing over you.
