The next thing he remembered, day was breaking, with the sun all red, seen through the dust.

The herd was still going, but now it was running and somehow the yoked oxen were keeping close behind, lumbering along with heads held low and the sweat reeking from their spent bodies.

Buddy heard dimly his mother's sharp command to Ezra: "Stand back, Ezra! We're not going to be caught in that terrible trap.
They're piling over the bank ahead of us.

Get away from the leaders.

I am going to shoot." Buddy crawled up a little higher on the blankets behind the seat, and saw mother steady herself and aim the rifle straight at Crumpy.