Chapter 26
“You’re an i***t,” Sharps muttered to himself as he waited with the mules. Steve had gone to find the man who ran the livery stable to make arrangements for stabling the team and possibly finding an owner for them, so it was safe to take himself to task.
He’d been so anxious to impress Steve he’d proudly announced his promotion, but thank God he hadn’t said a word about the more torturous of his missions under Colonel Sebring. That was something he’d never tell a soul.
“Okay, Sharps,” Steve called as he left the dim interior of the stable, the owner in step beside him.
“Just turn them loose in this corral,” the owner said.
Sharps rubbed the lead mule’s ears, then unhitched the team, led them into the corral, and began unharnessing them. They were good mules—whoever had bred
