He was in front of her, not a hundred feet away; to the left were the mesquites, to the right the ragged arroyo. There could be no turning aside. She threw up her own revolver, and fired, not at the man, but at the head of his horse. It reared and fell, and a moment after her own rose in the air, touched the ground beyond, and went on. It had leapt the fallen one and his rider, and was leaving them behind.
Nam libero tempore, cum soluta
nobis est eligendi optio cumque
nihil impedit quo minus id quod
maxime placeat facere possimus,
omnis voluptas assumenda est.