Brazen rode hard barely staying in the saddle. She wasn't a good rider but she could hold on and that's exactly what she did. Eventually she slowed the horse worried about the foam around its mouth. Brazen was worried something was wrong. She slid from its back and walked slowly leading the horse through the brush. There was a rumble in the distance. The only thing Brazen had ever heard like that was a freight train but she had never seen train tracks in the area. Not that most trains could run after what Plissken had done.
She stopped in the woods as her breath seemed to be knocked from her. It was the thoughts again of the blood on Kole's saddle. Susan had images in her mind of Snake gallantly fighting from horseback and some blackbelly taking a cheap shot. No it wasn't a cheapshot. Her mind edited the daydream to Snake facing down a gun while protecting the others. That was more of what she saw in him. He was right he never stopped being the soldier, never stopped trying to protect those fighting under his command. Snake was still the war hero that he had been.
The rumble pulled her attention from the dazed dream. Fishing in the pack she pulled out the binoculars and mpved to the edge of the woods. Susan surveyed the area and made a number of sweeps toward the noise in the distance. She couldn't see the source. She was starting to lose hope that she would find them but she had promised she wouldn't give up. Even if the promise had only be silent and to herself she wouldn't let the frustration break it. It took some time for her to get into the saddle and the noise continually increased. Walking Kole out into the highway she decided to have another look from the higher vantage point.
With the binoculars up once more she could see the truck far in the distance. It was still a speck through the lens but Susan knew the shape by heart. It had to be the truck with Plissken. Even if it wasn't maybe they would know which one did carry him. She knew the Force's ways. There would be maps of retreat routes and prisoner routes. If she could get those maps she could find him. Internally though she prayed this was the truck she was looking for. Brazen urged the horse back into the woods to wait.
Tears came and she let them go. Susan was worried that he was already dead. Experience had told her the best way to go into battle was with a clear mind. Brazen didn't like to cry but now it was important to clear her thoughts. Confidence returned with the release the tears brought. Soon her eyes were wiped dry. Easing forward she looked down the road. The truck was still far off but she would be ready when it got within striking distance.