Sasha traced her face with bloody fingers, creating a barbaric sort of war paint and design that quickly stretched from ear to ear...."So many useless people in the world...that's why I'm here...naturally...there can be no other..." What she was saying was utterly preposterous and made no sense, for the woman had lost her mind long ago, but, to her ears, the words sounding from between her lips were perfectly logical. Beautiful even.
She gave a last, lingering stare at her victims, the dead family at her feet, bleeding dry from their stab wounds among young rabbit brush, losing their souls in the shade of a juniper tree...leaving a curious imprint in the sand.
She blinked, once, then twice, to clear her vision...make it fresh, anew once more...
Then she took her horse by his reins and pulled him out into the open, where she could mount. After mounted, she spun her horse around to face the edge of the mesa, where she would have to find a safe way down into the valley. From there...who knew where she was headed.
Sasha thought, just for a second, that she saw something on the edge of the far horizon, a person, a town, maybe, but just as she thought so it was gone. And, as it was gone, she was gone as well, galloping away...