Chapter Eighteen
Later in the evening, Brutch was sitting on his bed thinking of how this life will end. A day in the sixteenth century was like three days in the twenty-first century.
There was no distraction, no work, no going to the mall, no going to the cinema, no going out for a meal at a restaurant, nothing except eating and riding horses. That was his only daily activities.
"Hey, Mr. Brutch, do you want to ride horses with us?" Martin with his two nephews Devon and Shagin were already at the stable for a ride.
At least he could entertain himself before the night fell.
Upon the release of the horses, Brutch couldn"t wait to mount.
Martin was coaching Shagin on how to ride a horse, but Devon could ride by himself.
Brutch mounted and held the reins properly in his hands. Martin
