After a while the fall of snow thinned somewhat, but the wind did not decrease.
Ned was devoutly thankful for the dip and the bushes that grew within it.

Nor was he less thankful for the companionship of his horse.

It was a good horse, a brave horse, a great bay mustang, built powerfully and with sinews and muscles of steel.

He had secured him just after taking part in the capture of San Antonio with his comrades, Obed White and the Ring Tailed Panther, and already the tie between horse and rider had become strong and enduring.

Ned stroked him again, and the horse, twisting his neck around, thrust his nose under his arm.
"Good old boy! Good fellow!" said Ned, pinching his ear.