He hadn’t ridden her since the fall yesterday, but he knew that if he didn’t try to get up on her and get moving, they were both as good as buzzard food soon. She was staggering along as best she could, just like Jim. A hard tumble down one of the dunes in the 40-Mile Desert was forcing her to keep weight off her left hind leg. They were a lifeline, helping him to keep standing, keep walking. His hands wrapped around the leather reins, using them to lead Promise ever forward. His mouth was full of the rusty taste of old fear his stomach had given up complaining about the absence of food days ago. He shuffled forward, fighting gravity and exhaustion, his will keeping him upright and moving. The Nevada sun bit into Jim Negrey like a rattlesnake. To my sister, who always looked out for me and let me tag along.Īnd to my beautiful, wonderful children, who are the greatest creation I will ever be a part of. To my mother, who did the job of two parents alone, and did it better than any two people ever could. Tor ® is a registered trademark of Tom Doherty Associates, LLC. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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