I cain’t see nuthin. My eyes stream. I cain’t breathe. We’re gonna crash. But quick as we’re in it, we’re out agin. The Lost Cause is straight ahead. Wild flames lick at it. Gobble it. They hiss an crackle an roar. Fire lights up the lonely plain. The low-hangin cloud glows bright. Orange an white an yellow an brown. The black smoke billows an curls. Waves of heat beat at the air. The Lost Cause is lost. We race towards it, there at the crossroads. I go as close as I dare, then haul on the reins. Moses slows, stops. He backs up, bellowin. Slim slumps aginst me. Find Molly, he says. Maev! Emmi! I yell. Slim’s bin shot! They come runnin an climb in the front, medicine bag in hand. Maev takes over an me an Tracker leap out. Tracker, stay! I head fer the burnin buildin at a run. I’m coughin. The smoke stings my eyes. Saba!
