"You just have to hold on." Ronan had been riding for as long as he could remember. His mother loved it and had started taking him out at a very young age. He was as comfortable on the back of this horse as he was his own two legs.

He made quick work of getting the horse ready for travel. When he was ready Ronan hauled himself up into the saddle. Looking down at Adam he held out a hand. "You comin'?"