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He walked back to his horse and untied so, he tossed two rabbits to her

"See what you can do with those"

Shethe him with a cold stare

"You killed the on one heal she stalked off to her wagon

The uffawed until Davis's voice broke in, low and steady

"I don't think she's as i skills as you are, Bordeaux"

She clion and dropped onto the hard seat Davis should know such needless defense was eroup ofthe rabbits from the sand She should have accepted the rabbits The freshto get aith throwing food at her - least of all an arrogant saddle bu to his lean frareenhorn would think he could live off the barren land that surrounded them

She shifted her attention to hiswas obvious about Bordeaux He was an excellent judge of horseflesh His bay gelding had the sleek lines of a racehorse and the look of endurance as well

Pete's gravely voice cut through her thoughts like sand on a frying pan

"Bordeaux, this is Casey Fritz, Hank Royce, and John Davis"

If Pete had another name, nobody knew it He was just Pete At sixty-two, he was as wiry as any of his ainst the footrest and shifted restlessly in the seat while the all to criticize wouys are through socializing, we'd better get er"

Bordeaux chuckled "Go ahead I'll catch up after I cook these rabbits and clean up the camp"

Pete nodded complaisantly "See you later, then"

Apparently Pete wasn't concerned about Bordeaux getting lost Of course, even a greenhorn could follow the wagon tracks they would leave in the sand Hopefully he wouldn't wander off and get lost She had to decline the last trip because it coincided with herthe tiency, but any delay ons were ready, she snapped the whip over the back of the ht wagons pulled into a single line behind her Each day they changed positions in line so that no one ate the dust froons every day Today it was her turn to be in front Being in front carried its responsibilities She watched for soft areas where a wagon ot stuck, the rest would have to stop while one of the other teaon out Then they would have to hitch theon had three tea, and time was their enemy