Gasps erupted from the crowd as I guided Chasing Wind over the railing. The jump was high—too high for most riders—but we cleared it effortlessly, landing with perfect balance on the other side.
"She's going to get herself killed!" someone shouted.
I ignored everything but the runaway horse ahead of me. Felix was bouncing violently in the saddle, his face a mask of terror as he clung to the reins. The edge of the ravine drew closer with each powerful stride of his panicked mount.
Chasing Wind responded to my every command, his muscles bunching beneath me as we gained ground. The distance between us shrank rapidly—forty feet, thirty, twenty.
"Faster, boy," I whispered, leaning low over his neck.
Felix glanced back, his eyes widening when he saw me. "Stay back!" he shouted, his voice cracking with fear. "He's out of control!"
