i yell , pressing forward- but she 's just screaming and screaming- i reach her and i knock back a soldier trying to climb into her saddle- and the spinning fires are getting closer and closer- curving both ways , this time- coming from either side- and the men are running in every direkshun , up the road to the town , into where the river 's trickling away , even back to the zigzag hill- and i say , `` you have to run , girl ! ''