The kid was in charge of the four packhorses for the day. He’d been in high spirits with the outfit. “I’m going back to herd cows, lady and gentlemen. And I think I am ready.” “It will be hard for you to adjust,” Gordon said over his shoulder as they rode under the pines. “It damn sure will. I have had a great time with you, Gordon.” “Me too.” Up front, Slocum nodded and twisted in the saddle. “Don’t let your guard down. Gomez still may have leftover people that want to resurrect his power.” Everyone nodded. They came off the mountain range in a long day’s push and were glad to reach the campground. The small street markets were already closed, so Silva cooked beans and turned up her hands. “Nothing more I can do.” They laughed and applauded. The Kid was concerned about a packhorse’s hoof that must have been bruised on the trail.
