Katie And the Mustang, book 2
Katie And the Mustang, book 2
“Every day we see more of them. They do not attack, or even approach too near. But they worry me. Out of so many, there will be a few who are dangerous.
It rained again before noon the next day. Then the sun came out, and the men walked the long slough, testing the bottom with long sticks.
I stayed with the Mustang, close to our wagon. He was grazing peacefully with the mares, but I was afraid to leave him alone with so many people around. A shout, a rifle shot at a rabbit in the grass, a baby screaming—anything might startle him.
I took the hobble off the mares, then kissed the Mustang’s velvety muzzle and told him I knew he would protect them. By midmorning, some of the younger Kyler men had come down the hill to talk to Hiram. Mr. Kyler joined them, carrying his tin cup of coffee. None of their womenfolk had left the camp.
Hiram kept them all away from the Mustang, and I was grateful to him. I stood off to one side, listening.
“Every delay matters,” Mr. Kyler kept saying.
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