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We kept walking as rapidly as we could manage. Gopher holes pockmarked that region of Mongolia like fleas on a dog. Breaking a leg in one was a major risk during daylight riding, as Erik’s horse had so nearly demonstrated earlier in the day, so I was concerned for both of us now that it was completely dark. I kept Anthracite between me and the dirt track, hoping that his bulk would shield my backpack from view. I silently cursed the orange saddle bags, whose high visibility had seemed so useful and clever before I was trying to hide from a would-be rapist in the deepening Mongolian night.
