"Are you going to let him do it, again ?" He had seen a certain promise of escape held before him the moment before, but pride made him throw that certainty away.
"Not in a million years," he answered.
"You'll do what I say, and you'll start now.

I got a better idea than that.

If you head just over the side of that north mountain you'll find a path that a hoss can follow.

It won't take you clear away from them down below, but there ain't a chance in ten that they'll come that way.
Take my old brown hoss with the white face.

He'll carry you safe." Vic hesitated.