Ghost Moon (2011)
“Tunstall.” I am riding beside Bill and Tunstall behind the nine horses we are herding up to Lincoln to sell. Brewer and four other hands are scattered around the herd.
“Thank you,” Tunstall says. “A horse makes living in this land possible. A good horse makes it a pleasure. Your mount’s a good-looking animal.”
“His name’s Coronado,” I say. I scan the big bay that Tunstall is riding. It’s a magnificent beast. “I think your horse is the best I’ve ever seen.”
Tunstall smiles at the compliment. “Hi...s name’s Dalston, after the place I was born in London. There are very few people who come close to Dalston in my affections.”
“I don’t name my horses,” Bill says sullenly. He’s been in a miserable mood all morning, very different from the happy-go-lucky companion on the trail yesterday. “Ain’t never kept one long enough to need to.”
I ignore Bill’s comment. “Why are we taking the horses up to Lincoln to sell?” I ask Tunstall.
“Now that’s a much more complicated question than you think.MoreLess
“Thank you,” Tunstall says. “A horse makes living in this land possible. A good horse makes it a pleasure. Your mount’s a good-looking animal.”
“His name’s Coronado,” I say. I scan the big bay that Tunstall is riding. It’s a magnificent beast. “I think your horse is the best I’ve ever seen.”
Tunstall smiles at the compliment. “Hi...s name’s Dalston, after the place I was born in London. There are very few people who come close to Dalston in my affections.”
“I don’t name my horses,” Bill says sullenly. He’s been in a miserable mood all morning, very different from the happy-go-lucky companion on the trail yesterday. “Ain’t never kept one long enough to need to.”
I ignore Bill’s comment. “Why are we taking the horses up to Lincoln to sell?” I ask Tunstall.
“Now that’s a much more complicated question than you think.MoreLess
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