I think the man you're after changed horses there, just on a chance that somebody might trail him from the road.

You put your dog on the trail of that one particular horse, and he showed yuh where it was feeding with the bunch.

It looks to me like it was turned loose, back there, and come on alone.

Your man went to Whisper; I'll bank money on that.

Anyway, your dog'll know if he's been there." Swan thought it over, his eyes moving here and there to every hint of movement between the skyline and himself.