got two buckskins in here the other day that I think will do the job. You know why?â
âBecause their hooves are harder than most horsesâ?â
Axel cackled and said, âI knew you was a man who knew horses.â
Clint wasnât sure he even knew that about buckskins until Buck Chance had told him. He wondered if Chanceâs knowledge of buckskins had anything to do with the fact that heâd chosen the name Buck to replace his real name.
âSee them two, in the back?â Axel said. âOneâs a golden hair, oneâs a dun, but theyâre both buckskins.â
âLet me have a closer look.â
They approached the corral and the man opened the gate so they could enter, then closed it behind them.
As they walked through the corral, the horses scattered to let them through. When they reached the two buckskins, Axel stood aside proudly and allowed Clint to examine them. Clint concerned himself mostly with the condition of their legs, which seemed sturdy enough.
He placed his hand on the haunches of the golden-haired mare and asked, âThis one is, what, six?â
âYep.â
âAnd the dun gelding? Four?â
âFive, just turned.â
They were good-sized horses, the mare actually bigger than the geldingâsixteen hands to slightly over fifteen.
âWhataya think?â
âI think we should go inside and talk price,â Clint said.
âI got me a bottle of good whiskey we can do it over,â Axel said anxiously.
âI hope youâre not one of those fellas who likes dickering,â Clint said as they walked back through the corral.
âWell, nowââ
âBecause I hate dickering,â Clint said. âI like a man who sets a fair price the first time through.â
âWell,â Axel said, as they reentered the livery, âthat donât make for much whiskey drinkinâ, does it?â
âWell,â Clint said, slapping the older man on the back, âcertainly not a whole bottle.â
TWENTY
By the time Buck Chance found his way to the livery, Clint and Axel had come to terms on renting the two horses.
âI know you,â Axel said as Chance entered. âI got your sorrel in number four.â
âThatâs right.â He looked at Clint. âHowâd we do?â
âLike you said,â Clint replied. âTwo buckskins. Howâd you know.â
âI saw one over here the other day,â Chance said. âI was just hoping he had two.â
âYou want them ready to go in the morninâ?â Axel asked.
âOh, hell,â Clint said, âI forgot about a saddle.â
âI got one,â Axel said. âAinât great, but itâll do. Fella couldnât pay his bill last month, so I took his saddle.â
âLetâs see it,â Chance said.
Axel went and brought the saddle back with him. It was worn, but like he had said, it would do.
âThrow it in,â Clint said.
âWhaâAw, okay,â Axel said. âWhat the hell, I ainât never gonna sell it, and this way Iâll get it backâ¦right?â
âRight,â Clint said.
âIs our employer a horseman?â Chance asked.
âYou know, thatâs something I never asked him,â Clint said. âBut he wonât squawk either way.â
âIâm havinâ the supplies delivered here early tomorrow,â Chance told Clint and Axel.
âIâll pack yer horse, if you want,â Axel offered. âNo extra charge.â
âYou remember which one to pack and which one to saddle, you can do both,â Clint said.
âIâll remember.â
âGood man.â He looked at Chance. âI guess weâre set.â
âI hate to bring it up,â Chance said, âbut does our man have a gun? A rifle?â
âIâll find out.â
âYou donât know much about him, do you?â
âIâve