Clint was fast.
He covered the ground between his home and Anna's place inside ten minutes, though to him it felt like forever. As he raced, part of him wondered if he was in a nightmare, his legs seemed slow and heavy and the ground moved beneath him so slowly.
The few cries of "Slow down, Clint" or "Hold up, boy" made no impression as he demanded his legs go faster and they refused to comply.
The door to the Cody place was open. Clint knocked and entered, standing panting as his eyes grew accustomed to the change of light.