As the sun rises it soon compromises the safety of night. And two travelers in spite of themselves. Have to push on. Mornings remind them of things left behind them. One a good wife and the other a life with no name. So they push on. Over the hills and the plains they ride. Sharing the unwritten law they abide. Two uncharted hearts in the silence of their own flight. The journey they measure in danger and pleasure. One likes to bluff and the other is tough on the girls. Still they push on. Roll the bones. Devil-may-care. No questions asked. Barely friends. Two solitaires. Needing each other out there. They build a good fire before they retire. Searching the flame for a moment of blameless repose. A way to push on. Lessons come hard on this brave terrain. They may run free but they're still in the rain. Two uncharted hearts in the silence of their own flight