Comes the Rider of the Black Horse

     My attorney leaned across his mahogany desk and then firmly spoke, "Paula, this is your way out of a bad situation.  I suggest you take it."  I remained stoic as he continued speaking, "This path will not be easy.  There will be repercussions.  I will lead you through the court system but that is as far as I can go.  After that, you are on your own."  I must have sighed, blinked, or even moved the corner of my mouth to indicate in body language that I was not confident in the undertaking because his voice became louder, his words more pronounced as he stated, "Take the path out, Paula.  Any path will be better than the road you are on."  I stood, thanked him for his time and then turned to leave.  I reached for the doorknob but before I could turn it, I turned around to face my attorney.  "They will kill me."