She----" He closed his eyes and his lips, opening the latter again almost instantly to cough a crimson stream.
Nyland got up, his face chalk white.

Standing beside the man he removed the two spent cartridges from the cylinder of his pistol and replaced them with two loaded ones.

Then he ran to his horse, tore the reins from the rail of the corral fence, mounted with the horse in a dead run, and raced toward Okar..