twenty yards away getting up off the ground and trying to catch the shying, prancing horse on foot, his dignity a shambles.
trying to dismount and the albino prancing and munny staggering and sally looking at the scene grimly.
on all fours in the tall grass. he feels his forehead and wipes away a little blood, and shakes his head to clear it. then he hears rustling in the long grass and he whirls and pulls the starr out of his belt and sitting back he aims at where he heard the noise and he pulls back the hammer with a loud click.
bedraggled and sweaty, walking into the clump of trees leading his horse and ned, behind him, leading his roan and looking just as bad.
standing on the rise and watching the rider in the distance.
munny walking across the field, leading the mare. he is covered with dust and heavily stubbled from the trip. penny dashes up to him and throws her arms around him and he is overjoyed but he doesn't have any way to express it except through awkwardness and embarrassment.
we are looking at him by now and there is nothing easy on his face, no big emotions, he is just looking at the grave.