The Novelist2009/I

Jerry Downing:
He brought the horse up to a halt, dismounted, and then tethered it to a tree. He paused for a moment, faintly disturbed by something but unable to identify the cause of his disquiet. His eyes searched the darkness, trying to penetrate the silent impression that played upon his senses. The sound of movement intruded upon his consciousness, and then he noticed a deep shadow that coalesced among the leaves, suddenly detaching itself and stepping out into the light, revealing a muscular looking native from the South Trelawny tribe of Maroons.