Chapter 4

From the text:

The cries continued. It is not men, they could not cry so terribly.
"Wounded horses," says Kat.
It's unendurable. It is the moaning of the world, it is the martyred creation, wild with anguish, filled with terror, and groaning.
We are pale. Detering stands up. "God! For God's sake! Shoot them."
He is a farmer and very fond of horses. It gets under his skin.