Wild Ride [antikvár]

In the vast farmlands of the Bluegrass, night brings a deep and layered darkness that hovers over the land like a heavy fog. Faraway lights on rafters and spires appear closer than they are. Sounds, echoing from distant bams, are difficult to discern and seem to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. The backfiring of a pickup might be mistaken for a gunshot; the simple creaking of a barn door could be confused with an animal's cry.Alton Stone was accustomed to the terrain of a rural night and felt a certain comfort in the darkness. He had nothing to fear because in his years as a groom and even in his childhood on a farm in western Kentucky, nothing frightening had ever happened. His nerves were solid and his country instincts went well beyond his four years on the job. If there had been a sound that night that could have warned him, he would have known what to do.But the darkness may have played a trick on Stone. There was nothing extraordinary that he could recall hearing, and no one else would ever come forward to report the wild, unnerving cries that must have emanated from