Page 20 of Adored
Part of coming here was to protect him, and to find his man, but he was also still looking for that crypto key to help The Hunters.
He had allegiance to both sides.
They needed it because everyone knew that Von Donore wouldn’t stop until someone had it.
Mainly, him.
Poe looked around.
It had been a while, but he knew this path well.
“We’re going to the cemetery,” he admitted. “My ancestors are buried there. The graves go back to seventeen seventy, when the Duke of Gordon buried some of his family. You know how those times were. Very germy.”
He laughed.
“The infrequent showers weren’t helpful,” he said. “Handwashing is your friend and that’s half of the battle.”
On that, they agreed.
Poe couldn’t imagine showering once a month. That was gross.
The man smells alone…
Pass.
As they moved closer to the cemetery, Diablo got antsy, and Gamble had to hold onto his mane to make sure he didn’t fall off.
It was like he knew the area.
It was clear that he was feeling all of the same things that Poe was feeling about losing Hemmingway.
When he let go of Poe’s hand, so he didn’t drag him off of Honey, Diablo went charging toward something and his rider was at his mercy.
Gamble stayed low, tightened his thighs around the horse’s sides, and let him lead.
Not far away, Poe chased on Honey since he was worried the horse might buck Gamble off of him. With the menace, one never knew.
When he came to the gates of the family cemetery, Diablo came to a stop.
It was clear the horse wanted to be there.
“What’s up, Diablo? Do you need to go inside the cemetery?” he asked.
The horse stood there, refusing to budge, and as Poe arrived beside him, he was confused.
“What happened?” he asked. “He took off way too fast.”
Gamble suspected one thing, and one thing only. People mourned, but so did animals too.
“Diablo wanted to be here.”
Getting off of his back, Gamble walked toward the gates of the cemetery, and moved out of Diablo’s way. Immediately, the big horse walked through the family memorial, toward the grave that had been most recently put in three years ago.
At it, he laid down.
When Gamble reached him, the horse was practically on top of Hemmingway’s grave. His nose was on the marker like he could smell him.
Poe approached, leaving Honey outside the gate to the old cemetery.
