In fact, this group of about ten people, plus their cart, didn't take up much space at all. There was plenty of room left on the old road. If the Cavalry really wanted to pass, there wouldn't have been any problems whatsoever.
But the issue was that these folks had just suffered a setback and had pent-up resentment. Besides, they were used to being overbearing; everyone else on their way had steered clear of them. So why weren't *these ones* avoiding them? What did that mean?
The hot-blooded Alvin couldn't tolerate the slightest grievance. He immediately accelerated and charged forward, raising his hand to rein his horse to an abrupt halt, displaying his superb horsemanship as he blocked the group's path.
"'Stop them!' Alvin commanded, raising his hand to signal a halt. The now-stationary Cavalry and their horses instantly surrounded the group on the old road.
