“The boys tell me there’s a band of thirty wild horses down on the aspen range. I want you to take a crew up there and clean them out.” He added as an after-thought, “Use rifles and make sure none of them get away.”
“Why not round ’em up and sell ’em?” he asked.
The major grunted6 disgustedly. He could never understand the quirks7 in the nature of his range boss. Tex knew the wild horses were worthless on the market. They would be tough and mean to handle, half of them never could be broken, and they would not bring ten dollars a head. To the major this was a simple matter of business. Tex did not object to raising fine cattle for slaughtering8, therefore he should not object to killing9 a few head of worthless horses. The major spoke1 impatiently.
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“You know it would cost more to corral and handle that bunch than we could get out of them,” he snapped. “Kill them all. While I had more open range than I could use I wasn’t so particular, but I’ve just bought two big herds11 of whitefaces. It will take every foot of grass I own to run them.” The major noticed that Tex was not convinced. He added more quietly, “This is business, big business.”
“I reckon so,” Tex answered as he reached down and caught the horn of his saddle.
“If you don’t want to handle this job I’ll get another man to take charge of it.”
“I’ll handle it,” Tex said grimly. Then he added almost to himself, “I thought that chestnut14 stud was the smartest hoss on the range. Never figured he’d trail his herd10 down into cow country where the boys ride regular.”
“Well, he has and I want that scrub stuff killed,” the major answered.
Tex dragged his saddle into the corral and whistled to his bay gelding. The bay trotted16 to meet him and Tex let his mouth relax into a grin as he patted the big fellow’s neck.
“I reckon we’ll have to do the dirty work,” he said softly.
Tex picked four men to go with him, men who could handle saddle carbines expertly. He did not want any careless shooting. The kills would have to be clean. When he explained the major’s orders to the men they growled18 but none of them refused to go. They all shared Tex’s dislike for the job, but they would carry out the boss’s orders.
The execution crew rode away from the ranch19 with thirty-thirty rifles slapping under their stirrup flaps. The boys who had reported to the major had given the location122 of the herd. Tex did not expect to find the band where the boys had seen them, but by riding to that meadow they could pick up the trail. Thirty horses would leave plenty of tracks.
Tex speculated gloomily on the foolish turn the habits of the wild band had taken. The big stallion at their head must have lost his cunning or else he had met with disaster and a younger leader had taken his place.
Silently the men rode through the timber and up the long ridges20 leading out of the lower valley. They entered the aspen belt and took a trail which ran along the top of a rocky ridge21. From that ridge they crossed over to another and finally followed a red-granite22 cliff wall which led them into a narrow meadow. Towering rims23 of granite formed a half circle around the meadow with scattered24 spruce close to the wall on the lower side where the meadow broke off into the lower country. The entrance to the narrow valley was grown over by a stand of young aspen trees. Tex hoped to pick up the trail of the herd in this meadow and follow it from there. He halted his men in the dense25 cover and scowled across the meadow.
At the upper end fed the band of wild horses he sought. They had not moved their feed ground since the boys had first located them. Tex was disgusted with them; they were acting26 like brood mares in a farm pasture.
“The chestnut stud isn’t running that bunch,” he said gruffly.
The men nodded agreement and Shorty Spears, horse-breaker for the ranch, spoke up.
“Must be an old mare27 at the head of that herd. This is just the spot an old biddie would pick, grass knee-high, water close in.”
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Tex nodded. He was studying the band carefully. Finally he gave his orders.
“Two of you take the upper side along the wall. Keep in the brush cover until you work your way down close to them. Make clean jobs, no gut28 shooting or broken legs. Shorty, you and Cal take the lower side along the rim13. They won’t break down over that wall. I’ll wait here in the outlet29 and pick off any that break past you boys. They have to come out this way. Now get going.”
The men divided forces and rode away. They were eager to get a bad job done. It would be no sport for them, shooting down a band of mares and colts. The horses were trapped and would be helpless before the repeating rifles. Tex watched them go. He noted30 grimly that even the wind was against the wild horses. They had no sentinel posted and Tex could spot no stallion among them. The execution should be quick and complete.
Midnight fed beside the pinto filly. They had just finished a race around the meadow and were standing31 in a clump32 of young spruce and balsam looking down over the lower valleys. The rim at their feet broke off steeply. It was matted with brush; ragged15 rocks jutted33 up through the green leaves. The black stallion was nervous and uneasy, though he did not know why. He had a feeling of confinement34, similar to that he had felt while he was a prisoner on the meadow below the high mesa. He tossed his head and pawed, snorting impatiently. He was making ready to drive the band out of the closed meadow.
With a sharp nicker he whirled and laid his ears back. The pinto edged away from him. With mane flaring35 and tail flowing around her heels she kicked high into the air and dashed away toward the mares. Midnight charged after her, sending his warning call ringing across the meadow. The mares jerked up their heads and stared at124 him, then looked around uneasily to see what had startled him. When they saw nothing they fell to feeding again. They had no intention of leaving this horse heaven until they were driven out, and their experience with Midnight did not make them leap into action the way a command from the chestnut would have acted on them. This meadow was a safe retreat from cougars37 and wolves. No killer38 could slip up on them with the steep rim on one side and the high walls on the other.
Reaching the first mare, Midnight rushed at her, and when she did not leap away he fastened his bare teeth on her rump. The mare squealed39 in pain and surprise. Humping her back and bucking41 up and down she fled before his lashing42 attack. Midnight rushed at another and sent her staggering as his powerful chest smashed into her. It had taken him days to get worked up to this nervous and panicky pitch, but he was roused now and meant to drive the band out of the meadow.
He was swinging around the band, slashing43 at the mares with his teeth or crashing into them to get them to hurry when the silence of the valley was shattered by two crashing reports from near the base of the cliff. An old mare near Midnight staggered, turned halfway44 around, then sank to the grass without making a sound. Another mare plunged45 into the air and slid on her side until she came to rest in a grassy46 hollow, her legs beating the air in jerky spasms47. The two shots did more to snap life and action into the band than Midnight had been able to accomplish. The mares charged wildly toward the aspen grove48 which marked the outlet to the trap. Mothers crowded colts along as fast as the little ones could run. The spitting and crashing of rifles echoed along the canyon49 wall and mares plunged into the grass mortally wounded at every leap the band took. A cloud of dust rolled up behind the charging band and in that cloud of125 dust Midnight ripped and lashed50 as he drove the wild ones on.
The pinto filly had rushed to her mother when the first two shots rang out. Together they were leading the flight. Suddenly the mother swerved51 and staggered, plunged down into the grass. The pinto planted her feet and halted. Her sudden checking of speed saved her from a bullet which had been aimed to break her neck. The lead burned across her forehead raising a red welt. The little mare whirled and plunged back into the mass of plunging52 horses. She found Midnight savagely53 working to force the pace, and crowded close to him.
The charging rush of the mares was checked and they swerved in bewildered fashion as a new burst of flame and death leaped at them from a scrub-oak clump on the edge of the rim well down toward the aspen grove. Mares collapsed55 and colts leaped and ran about wildly. Midnight had only one thought, to drive the mares out through the aspen grove and into the open country. This was his first meeting with the deadly guns of man and, like all wild things, the death which struck from far off filled him with terror. But he did not desert the mares. A great rage possessed56 him and almost crowded out the terror. Screaming and biting he worried the flanks of the rapidly thinning band.
Death held the little meadow in its bloody57 grip. The grass was marked by twisted bodies. But Midnight knew there was one avenue of escape. When the mares hesitated before the guns of Shorty and Cal he attacked their flanks with fury and drove them on. This was not just the way Tex had planned it. He had figured that the fire from the oaks would make the band circle back around the meadow, giving his men at the lower end a second chance to kill. He had been sure the band would mill around and around the mesa until all were shot126 down. Now he sat in his saddle waiting grimly. It looked as though he would have to turn them.
Midnight had driven the mares into full gallop58 again. Many went down as they swept close to the oak clump where the two men were hidden, but they charged straight past. Suddenly the vicious crack of a rifle broke from the edge of the aspens. Tex had opened fire, his carbine working with speed and murderous accuracy. In the hail of lead mares went down, bucking and twisting. The attack was too much for the remnant of the band. They dodged59 and tried to double back. Midnight reared and plunged at them, screaming madly. The bewildered and panic-stricken animals turned toward the rim and the black stallion sent them plunging toward it. When they would have halted at the dizzy drop, with its matted and ragged rocks, he lashed them on over the edge. They tumbled downward, plunging, rolling, sliding, and twisting. One mare went down with a broken leg, another struck a jagged pinnacle60 of rock and rolled over. Behind them Midnight and the pinto took the leap as they came to it.
Tex lowered his rifle. His eyes were on the black stallion and there was an excited gleam in them. He had never seen such a magnificent beast or such a feat61 of reckless daring. But all these feelings were over-shadowed by something else. He was looking at the long legs, the powerful chest, and the slender body of the stallion. He was sure he knew the sire and the dam who had brought him into the world. Here was the son of the chestnut stallion and Lady Ebony! He wet his lips and then grinned eagerly. He did not give the escape of a small part of the herd any thought. His mind was making plans, leaping ahead to what he would tell Major Howard. He was remembering the voice of Sam saying that127 Lady Ebony would come back to the high country. He was roused by Shorty’s amused voice.
“What’s eatin’ you? You look like you was seein’ angels or somethin’. Me, I’m plumb62 sick to my stummick.” Shorty moved over to where he could see the trail the band had made in escaping. He bent63 forward and stared at it. “You don’t mean to say some of ’em went over the side here?”
Tex nodded, reloaded his carbine, and made ready to end the misery64 of the mare who had broken her leg.
“How many got away?” Shorty asked. He had a sudden suspicion that Tex had not taken full advantage of his chance to clean out the band. Certainly the slope where the wild ones had plunged down to safety was open and within easy range of the spot where Tex was planted.
“Ten head and a stud,” Tex said and spoke as though to himself.
“Must have been a fire-eater of a stud to force them mares down over a cliff like that,” Shorty said with a quick grin.
“He’s a fire-eater,” Tex agreed softly.
The other boys had ridden up and were looking at the trail. Cal spoke in his slow drawl.
“I passed up one shot an’ you can report it to the major if you want. I had a broadside at a black stud but jest couldn’t find my sights for watchin’ him tear into those mares.”
“That stud learned something here today that he won’t forget,” Tex said grimly.
“I’ll bet a month’s pay we don’t ever catch that bunch in a place like this again,” Shorty said.
The others grinned. They knew the stallion would be wiser and more wary65 now that he had met the guns of men. They were not sorry he had got away. Any horse128 that would lead a crazy charge down the face of a brush-matted cliff deserved a break and was no scrub. One of the others said:
“I caught a glimpse of him through the dust. He’d make any of the major’s blooded stuff look like a broom tail if they were stood up side by side. Can’t figure where such a hoss could have come from, must be a freak.”
Tex grinned but said nothing. He knew where the big black came from. As he moved away he remarked:
“I reckon he might have some good blood in him.”
A plan was forming in the mind of the range boss and he was eager to work it out. He wanted to be alone so that he could get it all ready. He turned to his men.
“You boys ride on down to the ranch and report to the boss. Tell him I’m staying on the trail of the ones that got away. I’ll be in late tonight.”
“I’d trade every horse in my string but the bay for him,” Tex admitted.
Shorty laughed. He had missed the real significance of the remark. He thought Tex wanted the black as a saddler. Tex was a nut when it came to saddle stock. He remarked in an amused voice:
“It’ll be a case of sneaking68 and trailing from now on, and when you do dab a rope on him you’d best have some help handy. That baby bites and kicks like a cougar36.”
Tex nodded full agreement as he rode away from the men. He took the regular trail off the mesa and rode around to the foot of the cliff. He had no desire to send the bay down over the trail the black had made for the mares. At the bottom of the cliff he picked up the trail and followed it. He did not have to dismount to tell the tracks of the stallion and those of the mares. The tracks129 of the leader were clean and deep, with perfect alignment69. The trail led up the mountain in an almost straight line and the horses did not halt until they reached the barrens high under the rims of the Crazy Kill peaks.
As he rode along Tex planned his course of action. He would ambush70 the black and drop a rope on him. Taking him now would be possible, Tex figured, because the black was still a colt and could be handled if properly worked. If he stayed in the wild another year he might develop into a horse that could never be broken. He was just learning the tricks of leadership; that was shown by the trap the mares had walked into. Tex grinned eagerly as he planned. He was sure he could convince the major, once he looked at the midnight black, that his theory about Lady Ebony was correct.
He was also sure that, once convinced that Sam had not stolen the mare, the major would get the old man out of the pen quickly. Major Howard was an influential71 man and a determined72 one when he set out to do anything. He was a shrewd judge of blooded horses, and that would help.
Tex was eager to capture the black at once. He had a feeling that if Sam was ever to come back to his high mesa he would have to be set free that summer. He had talked to the warden73 and to the doctor at the prison and both agreed with him. It was Tex’s way never to consider failure. The bay he rode was the fastest horse on the range and Tex had accumulated some money and a great many possessions betting on his speed. He was at his best in rough country where sure-footed accuracy counted for more than speed, and he was powerful enough to handle the black once Tex roped him. The bay could lay a five-year-old maverick74 on his side without budging75 when the bulk of the critter hit the rope.
Tex halted behind a clump of bushes on a ridge and130 sat looking up a long, narrow valley. His keen eyes lighted up with excitement as they rested on a small band of horses feeding close to the timbered edge of the valley. He spotted76 the black stallion with a pinto filly feeding beside him. Deliberately77 Tex studied the ground and laid plans. It would take most of an hour to circle the band so as to have the timber as a screen for his approach and the wind right. And his plan called for sending them back into the lower country instead of higher into the barrens where trailing would be tough. He was sure the band would feed for at least an hour. The mares were fagged and hungry, he could see that, even at a great distance. Heading the bay up a narrow ledge78, he climbed to the top of the rim overlooking the valley and dropped down on the far slope.
The pace Midnight had set in driving the mares into the high barrens had taxed their strength. They had finally refused to go any further and he had let them pause to feed and rest. But he was nervous and kept moving about, jerking his head high, sniffing79 and snorting. The excitement of the battle on the mesa below was still in him. He lacked the experience of the chestnut stallion and he did not know the country into which he was headed. Instinct had made him strike for the barrens, but he did not know where to go now that he had reached the rough country. So he let the mares feed while he moved about pulling a mouthful of grass here and there. The pinto stayed close by him as though sure he would protect her from all danger.
Midnight fed above the mares and close to the narrow trail leading up to a saddle on the ridge above. The meadow was really a bench with a rock wall on one side and a slope on the other. It lay along the edge of a deep canyon but it was not a trap as the little meadow had been; it was wide open at both ends and timber grew131 close, affording shelter which could be reached in a few seconds. Midnight watched the trail above and the meadow below, he tested the air, and he listened.
Suddenly he stiffened80, his nostrils81 flaring as he listened intently. The sound of a loosened stone had come to him. The pinto sensed something and edged close to his side. Midnight snorted warningly and the mares instantly lifted their heads, ready to leap to cover.
Then Midnight saw a rider come charging out of the timber above him. The man was mounted on a bay gelding and he was standing up in his stirrups whirling a rope around his head. The bay was reaching out with powerful strides which carried him over the rough ground at terrific speed. Midnight shrilled82 a warning to the mares. The pinto froze into terrified stillness. She did not run but stood rooted beside Midnight, staring at the oncoming rider. Midnight expected the roar of guns but no explosions came. He was sure other men were hidden below to cut off any retreat. But he was on the wrong side of the band of mares to drive them upward. He did what the charging cowboy least expected, something the chestnut stallion never would have done. He laid back his ears, bared his teeth and charged straight at the bay, screaming his challenge as he leaped forward.
Tex was startled by the action. He gave the bay his head so the big horse could save himself. The bay swerved, dodging84 aside as he would have dodged the charge of an infuriated bull. The loop Tex was swinging sagged85 and jerked into a useless snarl86 as the bay lunged aside. Midnight plunged in and reared, lashing out with his hoofs87, reached for the bay with his teeth. His pounding hoofs missed the saddler but his teeth nipped a gash88 in the horse’s flank. The bay was a high-spirited, nervous beast. He plunged and ducked his head. Grunting89 and snorting he started to pitch. Tex had to ride as he had132 never ridden before to control his mount. He saw Midnight whirl past, then wheel to charge again—the black stallion had gone stark90 mad. His hand dropped to the butt91 of his forty-five. He might have to shoot the big fellow to save himself. He jerked out his gun and fired twice into the air over Midnight’s head.
The crashing reports jarred some of the rage out of the black stallion. He pivoted92 rapidly. In that moment Tex got the bay under control and jerked in his rope. The shot had helped quiet the saddler. With the pinto at his side Midnight broke for the trail leading upward.
Tex set his spurs and sent the bay thundering after the black stallion. This was just what he wanted. He worked desperately93 to swing out a loop. The black had a hundred yards of go in the open the way he was headed. With the big colt running away Tex could drop a rope on him and pull him down. He raised himself in the stirrups and swung out his loop. Then Tex’s eager grin vanished. The black stallion was running away from his bay! He was leaving the fast saddler behind in a way that made the saddler seem slow. Tex overhauled94 the pinto and passed her. She was running her best, with neck stretched out and mane flowing, heading upward in an attempt to follow the black.
Tex held on until the black stallion thundered out into the saddle above and vanished down the far slope. He had not used his spurs on the bay. He knew his horse had given everything he had. On the ridge Tex pulled up while the bay blew and pawed. Suddenly Tex laughed. He had never seen such speed. Now he was certain he had to capture the big fellow. He just couldn’t have a horse on the range that was faster than the one he owned. Then his laugh died away. He had a more important reason for catching95 the black; in the excitement he had forgotten it.
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Midnight charged through the timber and kept going until he reached the bottom of a canyon. He halted in a dense growth of river alder96 and called long and loud to the pinto. From far up the mountainside she answered him. Her call was frantic97 and excited. Midnight listened and heard a shout from the man who had chased him. He kept still for a long time. Finally he called to the pinto again and she answered him from lower down the slope. She was hurrying to him as fast as she could make her way down the rough slope. Midnight waited and listened. After a time he decided98 the bay and his rider were not coming down into the canyon. He could hear the pinto rattling99 stones and nickering eagerly but there was no other sound.
The pinto broke into the alder stand in answer to Midnight’s call as she reached the bottom of the canyon. They stood close together, watching and listening.
Up on the ridge Tex turned the bay and headed him back down to the long meadow. Night would soon settle and he would have no chance to trail the black after dark. His best course was to follow the mares and drive them into the lower country so that the black stallion would have to come down to round them up. He sent the bay galloping100 along the trail the fleeing mares had made as they raced off the bench.
Deep in the canyon Midnight was undecided what he should do. He was certain he could not stay where he was. The man would be sure to follow them. He finally followed his instinct, which was to put many miles between himself and the country which had proved so dangerous. He did not have a strong urge to follow the mares and round them up. His instincts for leadership were not strong enough to make him look for them. He knew of only one place where he had always found safety and where he had never been attacked. That place was134 the little meadow under the rim below the high mesa. With a snort he headed up the sloping side of the canyon.
The high mesa was far across the mountain on the southern edge of Major Howard’s range lands. The old mares had led the band along the backbone101 of the continental102 divide and down into the lower valleys. Midnight’s wild instinct led him unerringly toward the place of his birth and early colthood. All that first night the two horses moved steadily103 south and east, climbing upward, following the twisting course of the divide. At dawn Midnight and the pinto fed close to a stand of balsam and spruce. Five mule104 deer and a band of elk105 fed on the same meadow. Midnight had a feeling that the deer and the elk would take alarm if anyone approached, or it might have been his early friendship with the old timber-line buck40 that made him select the spot as a feed ground.
The deer and the elk paid little attention to the two horses. They recognized them as friends and harmless. Neither of them was tainted106 by man smell or the reek107 of a saddle blanket pungent108 with leather oil.
Midnight had learned another of the lessons of the wild, a lesson that had long since been mastered by the elk and the deer. He would feed at dawn and at dusk, when the dim light made rifle sights blur109 and when the eyes of the upright walking killer play tricks on him. All other wild things had learned that this was the law. The sunlighted meadows were death traps by day, but in the soft dusk of early morning or evening there was safety. The big killers110 obeyed the rule but they did it as much because their prey111 came out of hiding at that time as for protection.
The band of elk was headed by a lordly bull who was master of the ten cows by virtue112 of his power and savage135 willingness to battle any other bull who challenged him. As soon as his own sons grew to the age where their antlers began to spread into sweeping113 weapons and their desires led them to notice the cows he drove them out of the band. They were then lone66 bulls for a time until they were able to win a harem of their own. Nor was he satisfied with defense114 of his cows. He challenged the world to come and try to wrest115 supremacy116 from him. His battle moods came in midsummer and fall when his shoulder veins117 were swelling118 with hot blood, and his antlers had hardened to polished lances of bone.
The old wapiti bull was beginning to feel this pugnacious119 mood. For weeks he had been rubbing and polishing his antlers. They gleamed like the varnished120 surface of a piece of fine furniture. During the gray of dawn he had fed near the cows. Now that the white light from the sun-bathed peaks above was making the meadow bright he began to show signs of restlessness. The cows fed on, eager to fill their paunches before they sought deep cover to lie down. The old wapiti shook his horns and lifted his muzzle121. He trotted to a little knoll122 well above his band. He was filled with courage and desire, proud of his fine antlers, conscious of the power within his twelve hundred pounds of weight. He halted and filled his lungs with air, raised his muzzle, and poured forth123 a guttural roar that increased in pitch to bugle124 tones, higher and higher until it was a blasting whistle which screamed through the still air of the mountainside. The high notes quavered and faded, ending in a half dozen savage54 grunts125. The old bull seemed to know that he had just executed one of the most inspiring pieces of music in all nature’s mountain songs. He shook his head and listened intently.
From a ridge above the challenge of the lord of the band was answered. The challenger’s bugle was not so136 high and shrill83 nor so powerful, but it was eager and defiant126. The bull on the knoll shook his head and grunted angrily, then he lifted his muzzle and sent his call ringing out through the high, thin air. Again the challenge was answered. A young bull was coming down the slope.
In a few minutes the challenger appeared, breaking out of the spruce at a trot17, his head swinging back and forth. He was lighter127 than the old bull by a few pounds and his antlers were not so well filled, but he was big boned and young, a lone knight128 seeking the end of the lonesome trail, desiring to take his place at the head of a band of cows.
The old bull squealed a few short, sharp blasts, his horns swept low, he charged to meet the invader129. The young bull came on, his pace increasing to a fast lope. The two great brutes130 crashed together, their horns locking as they grunted and twisted. For several minutes they tussled in this manner, each trying to sweep the other off his feet. The young bull was forced to his knees but came up with a lunge which set the old one back. Then they parted and backed away, heads still lowered, spreading horns protecting vital parts of their bodies. For a moment they halted with eyes glaring and breath whistling into the grass, then they charged again and the force of the impact sent them both to their knees. The old bull was well aware of the advantage his few extra pounds gave him and he kept hammering away, thrusting the youngster to his knees, eager to weaken him so that he would expose himself to the ripping thrust of horns.
The combatants had moved down the slope and the young bull was now on the downhill side, moving slowly toward the spot where Midnight and the pinto stood watching the battle. A yellow band of sunlight had slipped out across the grass. The mule deer, led by an old137 doe, had slipped into the timber to seek a hiding place for the day. The cow elk ceased feeding and stood watching the combat out of calm eyes which betrayed no hint of favor for either warrior131. They would accept the lordship of the winner without question. After all, their real leader was a wise old cow who knew the ways of the trail and the best hiding places. The lord of the herd was master only for the time of the love moon.
The smaller bull began to retreat a little before the onslaught of the old bull. They had been fighting a quarter of an hour and the youngster’s wind was beginning to give out. They had backed away, the challenger still savagely willing to charge but very short of breath. As they lunged together, the young bull went down; this time one foot slipped and he fell sidewise. Instantly the monarch132 shook his horns free, backed away a step and lunged, his lances lowered. The sharp daggers133 of bone ripped into the side and flank of the young bull. He floundered and struggled as the death wound racked him, then he got to his feet with an effort. Staggering but with his defenses again down and ready he lunged at the old bull. The monarch smashed at him. This time he was down with his whole side exposed and the victor was on him.
But the old bull was at the end of his strength, too. He tried to tear his adversary134 into shreds135 but did not have the power. After a half dozen weak thrusts he backed away and stood, blowing and grunting savagely, while the youngster got to his feet and staggered toward the woods seeking a secluded136 spot where he could lie down.
Midnight snorted and pawed. The cows shook their heads and turned toward the woods following the lead of the wise old cow. With a savage grunt5 the monarch trotted after them.
Midnight turned away. With the pinto filly at his side138 he trotted into the timber and there they bedded down for the day. That night they moved again, heading along a ridge with the white stars lighting137 the rocky trail. All night Midnight kept going and dawn found them at the edge of the high mesa. With the gray light about them they fed close to Sam’s deserted138 cabin. Midnight felt safer in these familiar surroundings. Even the cabin seemed to give a friendly protection to him. He crossed the meadow and halted near the head of the trail leading down into Shadow Canyon. The pinto was afraid of the cabin at first but when Midnight walked up to it in passing across the meadow and sniffed139 about, she joined him. The man smell was dead and old. It lacked the pungent freshness which roused fear and caused flight.
The old yellowbelly whistler mounted his perch140 on the high rock and sounded an “all’s-well” whistle. The mesa came to life with the chipmunks141 singing their chorus, the prairie dogs barking, and the other chips racing142 about. With the coming of life to the meadow Midnight headed down the trail to cover.
The two horses came to the crevice143 which lay across the ledge trail. It was no longer a barrier, being filled with rocks and torn tree trunks with gravel144 piled in the cracks. Midnight moved down into the sunken mass and over it. Together the two plunged up the far side. Now Midnight felt secure. With the high walls towering above him and the sheer drop into Shadow Canyon guarding the lower side, there was only the entrance across the debris-filled crevice and that was hidden from the main trail by bushes screening the rocky ledge.
He set to feeding and the pinto joined him. They stayed in the shade of the aspen grove which afforded them complete protection from anyone who might halt on the rim above and look down. All such a pair of eyes would see was the pale-green canopy145 of the aspen139 grove. They grazed peacefully until they had eaten their fill, then Midnight led the pinto to the bed of needles under the Engelmann’s spruce over near the wall. There they lay down in the cool shade.
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