Chapter 317 Old Camraderie (2)

• John Thomas had noticed she was writhing uncomfortably in the saddle. Having grown unaccustomed to riding for long periods. Her eyelids had grown heavy, and she looked as though she might slip off the horse, any moment.
• “I think it nigh time, we give my old bones a chance to dismount.” He groaned aloud. Dramatically announcing his suffering. Though he’d been riding horses since he was knee high to his mother.
• He felt a pang of guilt for his deception. Hating that he had to lie to the girl.