The Loner: the Blood of Renegades
“He hoped he’d be able to locate the black gelding because he knew how strong and dependable it was—but would take any mount he could find.
As it worked out, the first horse he and Arturo found was a roan that shied away until Conrad spoke to it in a calm, soothing voice as he approached. He had learned the trick from his father, and it nearly always worked. They had brought a couple bridles with them, and as soon as he was within reach, Conrad slipped the leather harness over the roan’s head. The horse fought halfheartedly, and Conrad figured it was probably glad to have a human calling the shots again.
He handed the reins to Arturo, who led the roan while they continued looking for another horse.
A few minutes later, Conrad heard some racket in a thicket of brush. He took a chance and let out a low whistle. The noise stopped. He whistled again, and a large, dark shape pushed itself out of the thicket with a crackle of branches. The horse gave a familiar toss of its head. Conrad grinn...ed as he recognized it.MoreLess
As it worked out, the first horse he and Arturo found was a roan that shied away until Conrad spoke to it in a calm, soothing voice as he approached. He had learned the trick from his father, and it nearly always worked. They had brought a couple bridles with them, and as soon as he was within reach, Conrad slipped the leather harness over the roan’s head. The horse fought halfheartedly, and Conrad figured it was probably glad to have a human calling the shots again.
He handed the reins to Arturo, who led the roan while they continued looking for another horse.
A few minutes later, Conrad heard some racket in a thicket of brush. He took a chance and let out a low whistle. The noise stopped. He whistled again, and a large, dark shape pushed itself out of the thicket with a crackle of branches. The horse gave a familiar toss of its head. Conrad grinn...ed as he recognized it.MoreLess
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