- [first lines]
- [Longley and his prisoner are caught in a violent windstorm]
- Bill Longley: Lots of sand working in under the blankets will rub a horse raw. We'll get in the lee of those rocks and stop.
- Yancey Lewis: Don't hurry. You ain't goin' to make it to Prescott.
- Bill Longley: We'll make it.
- Yancey Lewis: Didn't say "we" - said "you". You ain't gonna make it, Longley.