The circular depression was less than half a mile wide. Night had fallen and it was difficult to be sure where he was going, but he thought he was headed toward the ridge where Whitfield and the others had been ambushed. Maybe the horses were still somewhere on the other side of it. He knew that Pamela’s hired guns hadn’t brought them in to the corral yet. He wanted to find the buckskin. The horse he had grabbed in the corral was hard to control. When they reached the slope, the animal shied away from it. The Kid banged his heels against the horse’s flanks and tightened his grip on its mane. “Up, you bastard!” he grated. “Up you go!” The horse went up the slope. Reluctantly, to be sure, but The Kid was able to force it through the brush. He looked back over his shoulder but couldn’t see much. He heard plenty of yelling as the men tried to catch and saddle their mounts. With any luck, The Kid still had a few minutes before any serious pursuit could begin. The horse fought its way to the top of the slope.
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