I spent the next half hour arguing with my stubborn mate before we were finally ready to go. She’d insisted on riding separately, but I refused. I knew she could ride on her own, but after nearly losing her, I wasn’t taking any chances. She called my demands ridiculous, but I remained firm.

Finally, when the rest of the group grew impatient, she relented, and I was relieved to have her close, riding by my side for the long journey to Cherry Mountain.

The group of thirty warriors that had traveled with us stayed behind as Gianna, Davide, Antonio, and I walked the final stretch of the road. Gianna led...