Text original - Anglès - . In the Shadows

Almost a half hour went by as they ran together like this. Christian urged her into a soft trot when they finally eased over the last hill that led into his orchards. She slowed and snorted heavily through her nose, attempting to force him over to the trees that she was sure held fruit for her to pluck at. Taking a long look around him, Christian sighed heavily at the view of his fruit trees. It was a pitiful sight to behold and he looked longingly as his rows and rows of apples, peaches, figs, pears, plums, and dates stood withered and dry. They held very little fruit and their leaves were nothing but a pasty green that turned your stomach sour to look at. Despite the fact that they were coming upon peek harvest season it was the simple truth that his orchard would die soon if it did not rain.