No loitering sober in a saloon or reading a newspaper on a horse. Annie stood outside the corral watching Brodie put a palomino through its paces. The wrangler didn’t talk much but he had a way with horses. His long sandy hair, tied back with rawhide, swung back and forth like a mare’s tail. A sc...
Earlier Molly had tied Orbit to the verandah railing so that Donny could talk to him, and the little black horse was good company. “You like that, eh?” The horse’s head bobbed up and down. He then poked his nose around looking for more. “That’s enough for you today.” Donny ran his hand along the ...