Kiah shook her head. ''I think she's in shock. Maybe we should call a doctor..'' she murmured, still trying to breathe as she helped pick up Pudding.
Kriss grunted under the dead mares weight. ''No..'' he managed to say.
The russian helped move Pudding. They finally put her down and he grumbled things in russian, under his breath. He then shut the float up, dove into the cab of the truck and sped away, float swaying wildly.
Kriss sighed and looked at the tree, then at the ground, where they would bury Pudding. ''No. She's fine. Just quiet.''
Kiah had gotten Carrie out.