Bitterroot Valley tragische

all logic told mahler he simply must stop, for his bulk had become ponderous. the glance back into his face was one of challenge; it buoyed him as he continued the rash gathering of speed, his limbs threatening to cramp. a grunt as his flank caught, but the man sensed his opponent was nearing the end of her own stamina. a good match; she deserved the sum total of his ability, and here he gave her the last of it, matching her pace for the next moments shoulder-to-shoulder.