Partners of Chance by Henry Herbert Knibbs
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Bartley suggested that, perhaps, the horses had strayed.
Cheyenne shook his head. "My hosses ain't leavin' good feed, or leavin' me. They know this here country." "Perhaps Dobe left for home and the rest followed him," said Bartley. "Nope. Our hosses was roped and led south." Bartley stared at Cheyenne, whose usually placid countenance expressed indecision and worry. Cheyenne seemed positive about the missing horses. Then Bartley saw an expression in Cheyenne's eyes that indicated more sternness of spirit than he had given Cheyenne credit for. "Roped and led south," reiterated Cheyenne. "How do you know it?" "I been scoutin' around. The bunch that rode by last night was leadin' hosses. I could tell by the way the hosses was travelin'. They was goin' steady. If they'd been drivin' our hosses ahead, they would 'a' gone faster, tryin' to keep 'em from turnin' back. I don't see nothin' around camp to show who's been here." "I'll make a fire," said Bartley. "You got the right idea. We can eat. Then I aim to look around." Cheyenne was over in the bushes rolling his bed when Bartley called to him, and he found Bartley pointing at a pair of dice on a flat rock |
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