When he came out the men got in front of him any stopped him.
He shore looked bad....

An' Glenn called to him, 'Ruff, that sheep-dip won't go through your tough hide, but a bullet will!" Not long after this incident Carley started out on her usual afternoon ride, having arranged with Glenn to meet her on his return from work.
Toward the end of June Carley had advanced in her horsemanship to a point where Flo lent her one of her own mustangs.

This change might not have had all to do with a wonderful difference in riding, but it seemed so to Carley.

There was as much difference in horses as in people.

This mustang she had ridden of late was of Navajo stock, but he had been born and raised and broken at Oak Creek.