The four of them set out again. Perhaps the shock from the eight mummified bodies was too great, because everyone was quiet for this leg of the journey. As they ventured deeper into the Whispwood, the wind grew stronger. Dead trees were blown over by the gale, threatening to crush them and their horses at any moment. Evelyn Ford had a bad feeling. 'This damn weather is about to cause trouble again.'
"Speed up! We need to get out of the Whispwood right now. There might actually be a sandstorm coming."
Evelyn Ford didn't care if Flynn Hansen saw. She pulled helmets directly from her space and tossed one to each of them. After putting on her helmet, she whipped the horse's rump. The horse immediately shot forward. Evelyn leaned low, gripping the reins tightly to avoid being thrown off.
"Looks like that jinx Captain Hansen's prediction is coming true. If a sandstorm does hit, Captain Hansen can forget about dinner tonight."
Flynn Hansen...
