Illiad - pounding hooves by Michael Swietek

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SUMMARY: This is the middle "chapter" from a novel I am writing. Felix and his men are riding through the night to battle.

...rhythm of pounding hooves pulsing through Felix and sounding in glorious monotony through the night air as his mount jumped, leapt up, at branches and gouges, obstacles unseen by the riders in the cool of the dark, like the breeze through the willow, that reaches just over the wooden rail fence where his wife will make circles in the dirt with the ball of her foot and await his return, one edge of her skirt caught on a splinter of rail, and the warm breeze from the willow blew out through the riders and Felix through pulsing hooves pounding of rhythm...