We saw you headin' back with a shovel, Miss Katherine

When the door opened out into Texas once again, the sun was still creeping past midday. The dusty trail leading to Refugio was hot, and already the chill from Milliways was melting away, replaced by sun-warmed fabric and an almost wet heat. She blinked hard and squinted against the abrasive light, taking a brief moment to readjust to her surroundings. But she took no more than a breath before spurring Beaut on into a gallop.

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