we run like the wind until the sky starts to turn pink and I look to you for guidance. "Are we going to make it to a new hiding place James? Do you think we are even close?" I glance behind us and the far off riders and hounds. "please say we can I don't want to be hound food." I cling to you hand despratly but confident that you will save us both.<br/>Son we come to the coast and a small cave just off shore.