We'll ship them, don't worry." "Red Rock means a five hundred mile drive, Kane." Lawler replied, "You're anticipating, Mother.

Warden will take them." Lawler grinned and stepped off the gallery.

A few minutes later he emerged from the stable carrying a saddle, which he flung over one of the top rails of the corral fence.

He roped a big, red bay, smooth, with a glossy coat that shone like a flame in the clear white light of the morning sun.
The bay was built on heroic lines.

He was tall and rangy, and the spirit of a long line of thoroughbred ancestors was in him.