She didn’t look back. She ignored the roars that came behind her, or the sporadic fire of the wagon. Gilda just kept her eyes forward as she began catching up with her group. As the roars became softer, and the gunfire stopped, a sudden rush of tiredness began to seep into her muscles. The dryness of her throat was getting more pronounced. She found herself removing the earplugs, just in time to hear Guerrero talking on the radio.