Chapitre 197: THE BRIDGE OF DEATH

Erik stepped on the rickety wooden bridge and felt it shake under his feet.

He did not want to look don but because he needed to weigh the balance of how strong the wood was he was forced to.

He looked down and he saw the rocks beneath and then looked back up.

He climbed one after the other and felt his heart racing.

If you fell it was instant death.

He stepped on the wooden bridge with force to be sure it would be able to hold the horses one at a time. They were still firm.

After about three minutes of going on the bridge he was able to cross on the other side.

Then he looked over at them heavy with a sigh of relief.

"You can begin crossing." He ushered.

But they did not seem so convinced.

"Bring the horses over Owen. One after the other." He said.

The horses tended to be more attentive to Owen.

No one knew why but yet they were.