The horse has not shown any signs of stopping running. Daphne Tjia kept her grip on the rope because she was too scared. The rope had even wrapped around her hand until it was scratched.
Alec had no choice but to remove the Glock 17 from his waist. With focused eyes, he surveyed his target. The choice was to save the horse or the girl. He was prepared to pull the trigger because the second option made more sense to him.
Dor!
And the horse neighs loudly yet to fall to the ground with his feet covered in blood. Dust flew into the sky accompanying the thud of the horse's body that fell slamming.
Daphne Tjia couldn't get up. She could only move her hands. Very weak. Alec ran to where Daphne Tjia was lying face down. Her body was dirty and covered in wounds. Her clothes were torn at the front.
