"That amateur!" The Kid said. "I knew we should have killed him."
"Dunn Longar? He must have planned this all along."
Casper and Buster rode tirelessly, trying to shake off the riders. But it was not easy to do so.
This Sandy Road was accompanied by bald hills and deserts. There was absolutely no coverage for either of them to hide from the chaser's sight.
Soon, their horses would get tired and they would be caught.
Casper looked over to Buster. They shared a knowing gaze. They both knew that it was the end of the line for them.
"Do you have any brilliant plan to escape this time, Buster?"
Buster Cass shared a sad smile. "The nearest river is half a day away. The nearest woods are two days away. Sand is all around us.
We're fucked, Henry."
The Casper Kid let out a long loud laugh. It was a long time since Buster used his true name.
"I'm not planning on spending my last hours running, Roland. I'm going to fight them. You with me?"
