She turned and pulled White Fawn into her bedroom. “He doesn’t have a wife?” Silver Quail whispered. The cattle surged inside the corral and Rusty threw up one pole, before diving behind the wall of brush. They both lay panting on the bed and relaxed. . Her features stiffened as all sounds near the house simply stopped. “We have their horses and their food,” Nancy said with a smile. “And they have an empty house with nothing to eat,” White Fawn giggled. He could rope and brand with the best of them, and grew aware of the habits and thoughts of cattle. “That horse will raise more dust going uphill or down, and the least amount on flat ground. “Oh, you have all of those,” White Fawn scoffed. “Every last one of them,” Rusty called, sliding from his dark bay horse. Boots crunched in the front room warning them, just moments before three men burst in through the bedroom door. “Hey, thanks for last night,” Rusty said over the saddle of his horse. She straddled his body
