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in the dark we see bearers with stretchers, and larger black clumps moving about. those are the wounded horses...but not all of them.

some gallop away in the distance, fall down, and then run on farther.

the belly of one is ripped open, the guts trail out. he becomes tangled in them and falls, then he stands up again.

detering raises up his gun and aims. Kat hits it in the air.

detering is a farmer and very fond of horses. it gets under his skin.

the appalling noise of groans and screams pen-etrates everything.

are youmad?

god! for god’s sake! shoot them!