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Falco
Falco felt the ground tremble with the pounding of horses' hooves. It was too dark to see much except by the faint light of the moon, but he could hear and feel it all well enough. All the Big Trouble folks galloped away and left him among his pony and the extra horses. He let the horses wander where they would and kept the reins of his pony in his hands.
Make no sound, he whispered to himself.
The enemy thundered by him and left him alone in the valley surrounded by four hills. What to do? Watch and wait. Now that all the hubbub was over, his heart had stopped beating so fast, and he realized just how tired he was. And don't fall asleep.
He got on his pony and lay close to his neck, and let him wander among the horses, aiming him in the general direction of the copse on the hill. There might be something he could do yet. Time would tell.
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