human
Die in the snow! he repeated dully, hanging in agonizing indecision between the two images; Natalie ahead, and the solitary boy plodding behind. On the one hand he thought:
gpt
The storm has held them up, somewhere just ahead! It is my only chance of overtaking them! and then he turned his horse's head north. But the other thought would not down.
human
The kid knew it meant death to walk; and he chose it!