She recognized his easy seat in the saddle, the careless grace of his carriage.

He was plunging straight ahead with never a thought of danger, and though he must have seen the turn as he approached it, he did not attempt to check the animal under him.

Rather he seemed to be urging it forward.
And ever the thunder of the galloping hoofs filled her brain.
Tensely she watched, in a suspense that racked her whole body.

Guy reached the bend first.

There was room for only one upon that narrow ledge.