Ridden Through Fate

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Ridden Through Fate

W.M. Kirkland

Romans Through Time Book 2

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Ridden Through Fate

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Electronic Publication Date: March 2018

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The bright light startled Marcus, so sudden it made Ferox rear. Marcus leaned forward, shifting his weight to stay on board as Ferox’s front hooves dropped to the ground and he gave a half-buck before cantering away. Marcus turned the great black gelding, not away from the battle as Ferox had intended, but toward it, or more specifically toward the log his friend Cai had jumped on his way to engage the enemy. Damn these Gauls. They refused to accept the yoke of Roman leadership, which meant good men like he and Cai Antony were members of the first regiment under Commander Owen Cesius. They’d been sent here, the best and fiercest warriors, to subdue these Gauls for good.

Only then did he realize his friend Cai, and his big horse, Damos, were gone. He’d seen them jump the log to come to Owen’s aid. Their commander fought two of the fiends, holding his own, but clearly in need of assistance. The others in their company were elsewhere engaged. It was up to him. Turning Ferox, he urged the big horse to a gallop. A cry to Ares sprung to his lips and he held it back. He wouldn’t yell like the heathens they fought. The first regiment consisted of civilized men, not savages.

He tugged on the reins to go around the log; the battle had shifted enough so he wouldn’t need to jump. A thunk, surprisingly