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Riding along, PADRAIC mops his bloody face, more or less recovered, COLM still with the reins. They ride along a while, PADRAIC knowing he can’t say anything but wanting to, COLM knowing how awkward all this is.
PADRAIC glances at him a few times... then starts heaving with massive uncontrollable sobs. COLM tries to ignore it, but it’s terribly sad. They ride on that way for what seems like an eternity, then COLM gradually slows the pony down and stops the cart at a crossroads.
He gently takes PADRAIC’s hand, and it almost feels as if he might hug him, and PADRAIC certainly wants him to, but instead COLM gently places the reins in PADRAIC’s hand, pats that hand, gets off the cart and slowly walks away, head bowed, down the right fork of the crossroads, marked by a small blue statue of Mary, arms outstretched.
PADRAIC cries even harder, watching COLM’s back as he gets further away, then cicks the pony on, taking the left hand fork towards home.