All the while, Gazz shouted at them. He was forced to leave his horse, so that he could squeeze along the length of the procession, and keep an eye on each of the carts. When he saw Penelope's cart coming, a clear frown crossed his face, and he looked up towards Nolan on top of his hill, his hands raised in a questioning expression.
"The wheels of your wagon are wider, Vol," Nolan noted. "They're even more likely to topple than my wagons. I'm not sure what we can do for it…"
Of course, the instant they mentioned it was the very instant that the wagon slipped. There came a frightened yelp from Penelope, as she felt the lack of friction beneath her, and that sudden sway, as gravity grabbed her with its invisible hand and began to drag her downwards.
"Gods be damned," Vol said, watching it happen from the hill, all that distance away. All those supplies, going down towards the stream.
