The old man lowered his head and reached out his rough, gnarled hand to touch the child's head at his feet. In a nearly numb voice, he said: "Our home is fifty miles from the Yellow River. We thought...nd aimed at the shadowy figure in the distance darkness, firing without hesitation.A gunshot, a muffled grunt, then the dull thud of a man falling from his horse to the ground.This scene made the alre...