The Brave Cowboy (37 page)

“Don’t worry,” Hinton was mumbling, touching the young man’s hair; “you’re gonna be
all right.
Every-thing’s gonna be fine.”

From the black arroyo came the scream of the horse, then the sound of the first shot and another scream;— while over the great four-lane highway beside them the traffic roared and whistled and thundered by, steel, rubber, and flesh, dim faces behind glass, beating hearts, cold hands—the fury of men and women immured in engines.