Cmon.. a deep voice spoke, ringing through the air now, a heel of a leather, black boot lightly digging into the side of a buckskin horse, its hooves moving faster in the dirt, accompanied by other sounds of hooves on the trail.
Stop going so quick! a different voice sounded, one with more emotion. Too tired to trot..
There is no time to waste right now the other said in a scolding manner, having turned in his saddle around to face the other younger man. This person was not so old, appearing to be older than a teenage boy but younger than a real adult. Silvery strands fell into his face, lightly glowing in the light of the moon that was full up in the sky through bare branches of the forest where they would walk on their horses.
But, Maverick the other whined again, being a younger child, perhaps in his middle teenage years with short yet beautiful, blonde hair that ran down the si