Spotting Anson, Foley waved his hat back and forth above his head and kicked his horse up into a gallop. Anson sat his horse at the head of his riders and rested his gloved hands atop his saddle horn. “Now I suppose I’ll be saddled with this idiot all day,” he said to Ape Boyd as Boyd sidled his horse on his left. “I can shoot him, Bo,” Ape volunteered. Anson looked him up and down. “The colonel sent him, Ape,” he said. “Think I ought to first hear what he has to say?” Ape didn’t answer; he just stared ahead as Foley approached. Five minutes later Foley slid his horse to a halt crosswise in front of Anson. Dust rose around the riders. “Man, am I glad I found you so early!” Foley said to Anson when his horse jolted to a stop. “I was afraid I’d be riding the flats all day.” He put his hat back on and pressed it down against a warm morning breeze.
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