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But he wasn’t overweight. It was pure muscle.
If I wanted him to stay looking as good as he did, he was going to have to keep hitting the gym.
And I did want him to stay looking like this.
I released the ropes a little more. His body began to slide down my legs.
“Yes!” I said jubilantly.
The arjath raised his head to peer at me over his shoulder. He munched on his juicy grass with relish.
My stomach growled.
Not now!
Then, tragedy.
The arjath stamped his foot and his short stubby tail swiped at the flies that buzzed around his ass. The movement disturbed Chax, making his torso slide forward slightly—in the wrong direction.
“No…” I said.
I scooted my leg under him a little more to make up for the movement. I couldn’t move too far or I’d end up doing the splits.
“Go on,” I said through clenched teeth. “Slide. Slide, you bastard, slide!”
I shook my legs to try and dislodge him and help him downward.
But he didn’t budge.
Sweat sprouted on my forehead and I could barely keep myself calm. My muscles were struggling to hold his weight. If I didn’t get him to slide down soon, my muscles would fail and he would smack into the ground.
I shook my legs again in another attempt to get him to move.
It was in vain.
The arjath stamped his foot again. Chax slid a little further forward.
I tried to stop him from falling but my legs were already weak. If I moved another inch, I would lose my current position and he would fall.
Then there would be no getting him in the cart.
I regretted trying to do this. What did I think I was doing?
I couldn’t do anything like this. I was an engineer. I knew how to do it but that didn’t mean I could do it on my own.
I started to cry, knowing he was going to fall any second.
I’d failed him. I’d failed us both.
I’d have to take care of him beside this road. He would never fully recover.
Something snapped in the dense wood that ran along the roadside. A branch or a twig.
Oh, God. Please don’t be Iron Hoof. Please don’t be him. Anyone but him.
Please.
Another twig snapped and fallen leaves were brushed aside as the perpetrator stepped from the wood.
