“Windmoor!” Jennifer yelled at the horses and pulled the reins on herself. - It's me! Windmoor continued to shake his head and snort unsatisfied . The girl saw with horror how madly her eyes were burning. The animal was clearly panicked and did not respond to commands. “So, someone has already driven it here,” thought the girl . “That bastard whipped her and shoved his spurs!” Windmoor shouted again. Windmoor, stop! But the horse was no longer responsive. It moved on, first along the road, and then right through the bushes. - Stop! - in despair shouted the girl. She was already struggling in the saddle .. The branches of the trees whipped her in the face, and she prayed to God that this mad race would stop. The horse can no longer hold .. It was only a matter of time before she threw off the rider.. The girl with the last strength pulled the reins . The horse slowed down, sprang up a couple of times, and climbed up to the curb.. Jennifer leaned back, hooked her feet on the stirrups and pulled up on the reins. The next moment she fell into the saddle again, and the horse began to spin in place. Jennifer saw some shadow rapidly approaching her. Something hit her from the side of the head, and she blacked out...