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Brown Corpus
The mare began to tire and Clayton felt the spray of snow from the hoofs of Gavin's stallion.
He looked over his shoulder at the thin dotting of pursuers.
They neither gained nor fell back.
He rode low on the mare's neck.
Ahead of him Gavin turned slightly off the trail and pointed for the Gap, no more than a mile away.
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