That's right, Gus, she said. At that point the sun broke through the mist, lighting the clearing and adding to his embarrassment, for anyone could have ridden up and seen that something mighty improper was happening. Suddenly it wavered in the heat. The horse turned out to be a red mule and the big man Charles Goodnight.
When he looked up in the eerie twilight, he seemed to see it, as if somehow the world had turned over and the road that ought to be beneath his feet was now over his head. The woman and the boy were terrified, and the farmer too. How far did you ride that horse? he asked. Help me, Zwey, she said again.
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