“She tis a good choice. Tis your turn, friend Rolfe.” Lorenz stood taller. He had Papa's approval.
Rolfe spat at the ground. “Hell, if du are spoiling your poy, might as vell do the same. Vhat won do du vant, Martin?”
Martin grinned and pointed out the roan with the white face and white stockings. “I'll take that one.”
MacDonald and Rolfe chose the two they wanted and then decided they'd try to keep another two. If they found the time to rough break them, they could make a better profit in Arles when they trailed the herd in come fall. Lorenz and Martin were stationed at the gate, and the extra five horses driven out of the enclosure and shooed off to prevent any diversion for the six they meant to trail down to their ranches.
They used their ropes and voices to keep the six horses und
