Across the pen two horses were stamping and snorting nervously, but Deets didn't get up to go look. July didn't want to slow down at all until he found Elmira. The girl had followed them at night, across the plains. He tried to regain his balance but lost it and fell flat on his back.
I guess that'll hold you, he said, and caught the packhorse. He looked wishfully at the light in her window. Now, as he sat and watched the moon, killing himself merely seemed sensible. He rode all night, and the next day the tracks were still bearing northwest.
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