There was a feeling of tension and destiny as the first fingers of light whispered on the horizon. Horses whinnied, traces clinked, and men talked in low tones. Detlef shivered in the cool morning air as he cinched his saddle in place. Summer was fading away and autumn was quick on its heels. “You can ride mine.” Matthias stepped up beside him. “He’s faster than your gray.” Detlef chuckled softly. “Thanks. But Timothy and I know each other. It’s better for me to ride him today.” Matthias scuffed the ground with his shoe. “I never thought I would say this to my baby brother…” He lifted his head, his eyes seeking out Detlef’s in the half light. “…but I’m proud of you. The way you are standing up for what you believe, keeping your promises, and pursuing your goals…you might turn out to be a man af...