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Chapter Thirty-Two
Daniel and Simon had been walking and pushing their heavily loaded bicycles for the last five miles. Forty miles on a bike when neither of them were in good physical condition had left them sore and hobbling, with a permanent aching imprint of the triangular seat stamped into their backsides. "Look," Simon stretched his finger toward the south. A tall white spire poked up into the blue sky. "Is that it?" "I think so." Daniel started to walk faster, excited at the prospect of the end of his long journey. As they drew closer, they were surprised to see a bunch of horses tied to the fence across the street from the church. "Holy s**t," Simon said, staring at the animals. "Horses? How did she know?" Daniel felt his skin prickle. "I don't know man. She was doing some kind of hoodoo in that
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