Lone Women by Victor LaValle — Read

A horse pulling a cart. A lantern hanging on the cart. That's what Fiona had seen. One rider. Bundled up so that only the eyes were visible. The most recognizable thing about him was the cart. They heard it long before the rider reached them. A loud screeching noise that, at first, Adelaide assumed was the wind. Instead, it was the unlubricated axles of this, a Red River cart. The rider slowed their horse and stopped before the women.

Bertie Brown lowered her scarf. Adelaide looked her way. Bertie was smiling.