“What do ya make of em?” asked Ed. “Got em at auction a couple months ago. Don’t usually keep mares around, but couldn’t pass em by. Got em for bout nothin. Never been rode though. Still need broke. All they’re good for right now is burning hay. You any good at breakin horses? Asked Ed.
“Broke both mine,” said Talon. “I like most horses more than I do most people.” He was deliberately looking at Ed as he spoke.
Ed chuckled. “I got that,” he said.
He seemed a little more at ease now that they were at the cabin. Even there, he was still looking around as if someone might be watching him. It made him look like a man guilty of something to Talon.
This war Ed was in was a white man problem. It looked to Talon like this could be a good part of the country to avoid. Someone could end up dead,
