The person had a short haircut and wore a bulky waist-length jacket with 
stretch pants; they could tell by the curve of the hips that it was a woman. 
Around those hips she had fastened an arrangement of neon green straps: a 
climbing harness. She wore no other outdoor paraphernalia, though, no knapsack 
or helmet, and behind her on the clifftop they could just make out the 
silhouette of a horse, prodding the ground with its nose. From time to time she 
checked her wristwatch.