She was boiling water for tea when a whore from the rum shanty came in with a poster.

‘I pulled it from a tree when no one was lookin.’

The picture looked different. But it was him.

‘Have you ever seen a reward that big? And there were riders. A policeman and riders gathering around it.’

The girl sighed.

She went to the bed. She put her hand on his chest.

‘Wake up, brother. You must run.’