He begins to shiver. His head slips below the water and his hat floats away. I follow the path back along the river. When I turn toward the village, I stop at a grove of aspens. In the sky above the trees I see a great black whirlwind.
Bodies fall out of the clouds onto our lances.
Ash covers the arms and faces of our warriors as the soldiers and their ponies split and disintegrate. Peach hooks his cane on the back of the stool and sits down. I'm comin' in here today and damn if I don't have to take care of some pony boy before I do. Some people just have no damn manners. I'm standing at the light and this young lady walks up.