I knew we couldn't be taken then, bar accidents, and I felt ready to ride through a regiment of soldiers.
As I stood up a man caught my hand and gave it a squeeze as if he'd have crushed my fingers in.

I knew it was Jim.

Of course, I'd expected him to be there, but wasn't sure if he'd be able to work it.

We didn't speak, but started to walk over to where two horses were standing, with a man holding 'em.

It was pretty dark, but I could see Rainbow's star--just in his forehead it was--the only white he had about him.