Veronica tugged and pulled on his huge weight. She threw a nervous glance at a rust-red stone, three inches from his head. One arm flopped uselessly in her grasp, and she didn’t dare pull harder on it. She threw it down in frustration and his head lolled to one side. She stared down at the hard looking face. I don’t understand. I don’t get why you’re here, or where you came from, and I wish you weren’t my problem. BUT you are. So I’m leaving now. She had a sort of one-sided conversation with him in her mind, as she mounted Shad, and threw one last glance behind her. A thin layer of dust already covered his still form. She half shifted to take his coat off, but knew that it would be long after nightfall before she returned with her Grandfather, and nights got cold out here. She pursed her lips, and clapped her heels into her mule’s sides. Taking off at a canter, she made straight for the farm.
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