Backyard Horse Tales 2: Frosty and the Nightstalker

We were, finally, on the trail again. At the first river crossing, I noticed that the current was unusually calm. Even the water level was lower than usual. I climbed down a very steep bank and was focused on my footing. It had escaped my attention that there was not an exit on the opposite side. Instead, there was a steep cliff. I was extremely nervous walking in the middle of the river. I felt t...