A Horse Called Mogollon (Floating Outfit Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
‘There’s him a-whooping and a-womanizing down to Fort Sawyer while we’re working like there’s only one day left to do it.’ If the Indian-dark youngster expected his comment to produce any sympathy, he was to meet with a disappointment. ‘Yah!’ Jeanie Schell scoffed. ‘You’re all riled ’n’ ornery ’cause you’ve got to do some work afoot.’ ‘So I should be,’ protested the Kid. ‘Walking’s only fitting for hosses, food-dawgs, mules, squaws ’n’ white folks.’ ‘In that order?’ asked Colin Farquharson. ‘All the way ’n’ all the time,’ confirmed the Kid. ‘Day’s going to come when a gal’ll show you a squaw’s good for some things that a horse or a food-dog isn’t,’ Dusty Fog warned. ‘See if it don’t.’ xiv ‘Damned if I can think what them “things”’d be,’ grinned the Kid, taking one of the coiled ropes from by the caracol’s gate. ‘Well, seeing’s there ain’t no chance of getting out of it, let’s make a start.’ With the manada de hermanos safely in the enclosure, the mustanging party had to carry out the even more difficult and exacting task of securing them so that they could be removed.
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