““had stolen my horse. We sprinted through the rain, mud flying up from under the stallion’s hooves. I had to wipe with my sleeve to keep from getting blinded by the falling rain. But my teeth were set hard, and all the determination in my heart left no real room for fear. I sharpened my eyes and readied my shooting hand as we dropped down into the draw, but the trail ahead stayed empty. Up the draw we ran, the sound””
