Sheriff Cole, eyes bright in the lamplight, stared hard. Muscles in Anna's face were twitching, the most movement he'd seen in the girl for many hours. Old Ma Cody let out a cry!
"Oh Anna! Sheriff, she squeezed my hand! Her hand - "
Cole interrupted her.
"Clint, go fetch Doc Morris quick, tell him she's coming 'round." Clint was out of the door before the Sheriff added "Maybe."
Outside, Clint's legs mocked the distance under the vast black skirt of sky. The moon was lost, though fragile starlight still shone coldly. Over on the horizon, ahead of Clint, dawn hesitated.