The screaming continues. It isn’t people, they can’t scream that horribly. Kat says: “Wounded horses.” I’ve never heard horses scream before, and I can hardly believe it. It’s all the misery in the world, the martyred animal, a wild, dreadful pain that we hear in those cries. We turn pale. Detering stands up. “Knacker, knacker! Just shoot them!” He’s a farmer, he knows horses. It hits close to home for him. As if on cue, the fire almost falls silent. The screaming of the animals gets that much clearer. We can’t tell anymore where it’s coming from in this silvery landscape that’s suddenly
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