– Windmoor! – Jennifer shouted to the horse and pulled the reins towards herself. “It’s me!” Windmoor continued to shake her head and snort with displeasure. The girl saw with horror how madly her eyes were burning. The animal was clearly in a state of panic and did not respond to commands. “That means someone has already ridden it here,” the girl thought. “This bastard whipped her with a whip and pierced her spurs!” - Windmoor! – she screamed again at the top of her lungs. “Windmoor, stop!” But the horse no longer reacted. She rushed further, first along the road, and then straight through the bushes. “Stop!” – the girl screamed in despair. She was already struggling to stay in the saddle. Tree branches whipped her in the face, and she prayed to God that this mad rush would stop. The horse can no longer be restrained. It was only a matter of time that she would throw off the rider. The girl pulled on the reins with all her strength. The horse slowed down, bucked a couple of times and reared up. Jennifer leaned back, hooked her feet into the stirrups, and pulled herself up onto the reins. The next moment she fell into the saddle again, and the horse began to spin in place. Jennifer saw a shadow rapidly approaching her. Something hit her on the side of the head and she passed out...