They rumbled across hills, creeks, and prairies in the direction of the flock of vultures for ten or twelve minutes before Poli pulled up at a vantage point.“Look!” the foreman said, pointing.A rider leading a horse had just come out of a tree line a rifle shot away. At a glance Hank knew that it was Jay Blue, trailing the Kentucky mare. He whistled through his teeth, and saw his son react.“Good job, Poli!” He gripped his foreman’s shoulder with gratitude before spurring his winded mount ahead to meet his son. His relief was tempered only by a nagging concern over Skeeter, who was nowhere in sight.“Son!” he cried, coming within earshot.“Daddy! Am I ever glad to see y’all!”“Son, where’s Skeeter?”“He’s okay. Not far back.”Hank’s relief came out in a weary groan. He got down to loosen the cinch on his still-heaving mount. Poli and Tonk did the same.Jay Blue stepped down to their level out of respect and gestured with pride toward the Thoroughbred. “We got the mare back!
What do You think about A Tale Out Of Luck (2008)?
