Backpackers' diaries: in Mongolia, disaster strikes for Zac | Travel | The Guardian: "Shorty is in full gallop across the hilltop, pulling hard to the left, while my son hangs at an odd, unnatural angle from his right. Shouts from the Mongolians. A strangled squeak from me. But there's nothing we can do but watch. Zac falls. For 10 sickening metres, he is dragged like a rag doll towards the tree line, head bumping over volcanic rocks so jagged it's impossible to imagine his helmet can withstand them. Then, silently, with what looks like a conscious movement, his foot is free and he's down.
I'm off my horse, and running, and I can't even see if he's moving. When I reach him, Zac is scarlet with pain and rage. "My arm is broken," he says. I'm so relieved he's conscious I lose all grasp of diplomacy. "Why do you think your arm is broken?" I ask."
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