Wilton grunted as he pulled himself up onto the carriage’s roof. His arms and shoulders ached at the strain, but he forced his body to comply.
By the hells, I’m out of shape, he thought. I should not be doing this at my age.
He stayed low and moved gingerly toward the driver’s seat. The bouncing and swaying of the carriage made Wilton lose his grip more than once and he nearly slipped over the side, but he snagged the edge each time and regained his position. He finally reached the seat and eased his way down.
