My thoughts were unprintable. These were the last people I wanted to see. And there was no getting out of it. There were three men in camp, and all were staring right at me. Dan, blond Steve, and a third, shorter man with brown hair, whom I didn't recognize. I was covered in mud, I was in a foul mood, and now I had to deal with these guys. "Hi, Dan," I said, pretty damn ungraciously. "Howdy, ma'am." He touched his hat. "Looks like you had a little trouble with that crossing." "I did." I knew I sounded pissed as hell. He ran a practiced eye over my horses. "They look okay." "I think they're all right." At this point my brain kicked in, pushing my emotions out of the way. I might not be glad to see these guys, but they could be the solution to one of my problems. "The pack horse lost a shoe," I added diffidently. Dan nodded. "Did you find the shoe?" "Yeah, I did." "Bring any shoeing equipment?" "A little. Some nails. A hammer." Dan smiled. "If you'd like, Jim here can nail it back on. He's a shoer." Since this was just what I was hoping for, I accepted with alacrity.
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