They spread out early in the morning, following Rolfe"s directions. Before the corals of the morning sunrise had dissipated they spotted the herd of mustangs. MacDonald used his powerful Zark to cut off the stallion while the rest bunched the remnants of the herd, and then drove them towards the spring and corral, not worrying if they lost a mare or two.
MacDonald and Rolfe worked together to close the gate behind the horses they had trapped and grinned at each other like a couple of boys. They dismounted and signaled the younger two to do the same.
“Du got the first pick this time,” said Rolfe to MacDonald.
“I twill let the laddie make his choice.” He turned to Lorenz. “Have ye seen one ye like? If nay, look closely.”
Lorenz used his forearm to wipe the sweat off his brow and looked a
