The morning dawned bright and clear though the sky to the west looked dark and foreboding with large dark thunderheads rising into the blue sky.
“Let’s enjoy this sunshine while we have it,” Pete said as she ventured out of the dense thicket to feed the animals they’d left hobbled amid trees that were not quite as tightly packed but offered a bit of relief from the weather. She slipped feedbags over their heads and then went on to their coats with a curry comb to relieve them of any excess water in their hides and help them to dry before saddling and packing them for the day’s ride.
George went into the high grass to relieve herself and returned to the fire with a broad smile on her face. “I found a prairie chicken’s nest,” she said, holding up two hands filled with eggs. “It looks like
