"Madrid just bought a horse at the livery. Bought it, Mr. Tesno. He just rode out of town. Took the road to the camp. He's riding with saddlebags and a blanket roll."
Tesno hurried toward the door. As he reached it, Persia was suddenly behind him, calling to him, dabbing frantically at her face with a handkerchief.
"Jack wait. I was so wrong!"
"When you get hurt, you're wrong," he said, turning angrily.
"You're cruel," she said. "I'm glad you're cruel. You've made me see—"
"I'm in a hurry, Persia."
"Jack, don't let it end for us. I need you. I think you need me."
"What we need, we can't have," he said with soft and incisive bitterness. "We need Willie Silverknife alive."
He jerked open the door and strode into the sunlight.