Chapter 3
Roy winced as he swung his leg over the saddle and dropped to the ground. He wasn’t used to spending quite this much time on the back of a horse, even though he’d been riding since he was tall enough to climb onto the mounting block and clamber onto an animal. They’d stopped for a short lunch—too short for his liking. It’d seemed like he’d barely settled his backside on a handy log when Frank was calling for them to mount back up and get moving again.
At least they could relax now they’d caught up to the chuck wagon again. Cookie was supposed to be one of the better cowboy chefs, though he’d never cooked for the family dining room. Mother had insisted on a French chef for that, and Father had indulged her as he always did.
Roy tied his horse to the nearest mesquite bush and gr
