Nash was tired and wanted to begin again, someplace where he was not known, and someplace he would never be found by anyone from Kheozia. Warmer weather appealed to him, so he planned on going south. He gathered his horse and two of the horses that the soldiers had ridden in. He quickly packed what he wanted to keep that could be easily carried on the pack horses. Speed was essential, there could be more soldiers coming.
Nash slathered more of the ointment he had, under his nose. “Just in case,” he said as he grabbed his things and tied them to the horses. He tied the horses together so none could run away and mounted his.
As he mounted, he could hear more horses coming at a gallop. He just wanted to leave unhindered, so Nash slipped out of the time-stream, and everything went comfortably silent and still around him. One of the pack horses snorted as he began leading them away. “I’m not in the mood, you,” he said over his shoulder to the horse. “Don’t push me.”
He slowly rode past the men that were charging into his small valley farm. Nash was going to miss this home, but he knew he would be fine anywhere.