Chapter Twenty-SixThey galloped through the day and on into the night, through forests, fording streams and over the plain. Deep Water drove his pony on at a furious rate, pushing the animal to its limits until the morning came and then, spent, it collapsed and lay, chest heaving, unable to take another step. Taking her by the hand, he wasted no time in breaking into a run, Melody behind, crying out in terror, “They'll kill us.”
If he heard her, he gave no reaction. With his head down, teeth clenched, he pressed on towards the rocks and tangled trees in the distance. He daren't pause, not even to check behind him. He knew full well Long Elk's companions would be closing in, full of bloodthirsty rage, their only desire to slice open his guts and drag out his entrails. What they would do to
