Chapter 17: The DaughterLorenz headed towards the house carrying the evening's pail of milk. Daniel was helping Papa feed the stock. Nothing ever convinced Daniel that he should milk a cow. Lorenz was surprised to discover he didn't mind. Maybe Grandpa's Schmidt's clod buster ways were in his blood. Daniel, at least, no longer attempted to raze him about anything. Not since that first week.
It had happened one morning after they'd been working on gentling the mustangs that had left Lorenz with an aching shoulder and a cramped leg. Daniel was easily the best horseman. His years with the Comanche had given him a background with horses that most white men didn't possess. Daniel swung the saddle over the new tree and remarked, “Well, little brother, it looks like you need a few lessons on how
