As Phoenix finally reaches the end of the staircase, she breaks through the doors and steps into the town, beginning yet another journey. She begins to make her way down the street, seeing the children play at dusk, the decorations of the festive holiday, and the sun beginning its descent. She begins her rhythmic pace. The sound of her cane echoes in the midst of the city, much like the chirping of a bird, which sings, as Phoenix walks to its beat. Phoenix sops at the window of a small store, peering in with her blue, aged eyes, she sees the paper windmill she spoke of earlier. She chuckles to herself, and continues on out of the city.
Entering the road she has so often traveled, Phoenix smells the soothing aroma of the river, and of the wood, which burns in the chimneys of the cabins. All the children have gone inside, and all that remains are the decorations and lights outside the cabins. As she passes the cabins, she remembers the dog that had attacked her earlier, and she continues with caution. As she moves on, the dog is not in sight so her worries begin to fade. Continuing down the road she reaches the swamp, and she sees the silver trees, the old cabins, and the empty, desolate fields. It is becoming late, and Phoenix feels as though her legs are in buckets of cement, chained down to the ground, and she can no longer walk.
In the near distance the wagon track appears, and Phoenix stops to rest. After a short break, she is back to her feet and continuing her journey. She enters the cornfield, where there is no path. It is becoming dark, and Phoenix cannot see over the corn stalks. Her pace begins to grow faster, fearing she will be stranded, in the middle of nowhere in the midst of the night. As she rushes through the cornfield she runs into a being, and is extremely startled, but it is only the scarecrow which she had encountered on her way to town.
In the midst of the rush she was in, her memory had failed her, and she was frightened at its sight. Entering the cotton-field, she makes her way through without trouble. As she then approaches the barbed wire fence, she glides right through it with the elegance and ease of a snake. She now has reached the log which she must traverse in order to continue on her journey home. She crosses it with slow, swift movements, using her walking cane as a balancing device. It now has become very dark, it must be around 10 o'clock, and Phoenix ascends through the oaks with ease.
Now she must descend through the pines for the final segments of her journey. Her cane persistently taps in a melodic beat, but is soon overpowered by a gunshot. The gunshot echoes in her ears and is followed by the growling and barking of a pair of dogs. Hearing this, Phoenix beings to run, her legs no longer chained down, she forgets about her fatigue and is completely energized. She feels as though something is directly behind her, yet she is too scared to look behind her. She begins to breathe heavily; she is panting.
Her heart begins to race, faster and faster. She trips, her dress, caught on a thorn, is completely torn to pieces. She lays, face down, on the dirt. Her pursuer grabs her by the head, and suddenly her eyes are covered with her red rag. Her hands are tied, and she struggles to get free but fails in her attempt. The odor from the rag fills her lungs with the pungent smell of her hair; it smells like copper, and is soaking with sweat.
She begins to shiver in fear. She is tired, and can no longer fight back". Please LET ME GO!" she cries, but no one answers. "I have traveled a long journey and am almost home". Again, her words are followed with silence. She then feels the cold and blunt barrel of a gun, pressed against the back of her neck.
Suddenly, the rag slips, and she catches a glimpse of the hunter and the trigger is pulled. Abruptly, Phoenix is startled and realizes that she had been daydreaming. She continues to pick up the nickel, bends back up, and gives it to the hunter as he returns with his dogs. They each go on their separate ways, and Phoenix continues on her journey to town for her grandson's medicine..