she had time to think of him on the drop , riding rusher flat-out with his black hair flying back from his temples and his neckerchief rippling ; to see him laughing with an ease and freedom he would never find again in the long life which stretched out for him beyond hers , and it was his laughter she took with her as she went out , fleeing the light and heat into the silky , consoling dark , calling to him over and over as she went , calling bird and bear and hare and fish .