The ride to Valley Town was both rough and tiring for Vanessa. For the past few hours, the cart bounced between moments on coming in contact with scattered rocks and portholes at intervals.
It almost seemed as though the rider wasn't even attempting to avoid them!
"Sorry Lassie, the road ain't so good", Sam the cart-puller pressed on his straw hat which was managing to provide sufficient shielding from the sun. He had a plain country boy's look and seemed to be in his late twenties with short but dusty blonde hair.
The horse neighed once he flung its rope for more speed. "Hia!".
"It's alright", she lied while being thrown around in the cart like some pathetic potato. The irregular movement of the cart wasn't even as troublesome as the scorching sun which seemed to have come for her life. If Laurie had warned her, she'd have been sure to buy a hat or something.
