well fed and curried.â He studied the hillside for a long while, still puzzled. âWeâre going to have to see what theyâre doing here, though. Anything out of the ordinary is cause for concern.â
âI donât think weâll have to round them up,â Mattie whispered. âIt looks like theyâre coming right to us.â
âAnother good reason to think theyâre not wild,â Sam said quietly. âThey scented us from a mile away. They wouldnât come looking for us if they were wild.â He glanced back over his shoulder in the direction of the water hole, trying to figure it out.
âTheyâre horses that have been turned loose, spooked or something,â Mattie said, her voice less of a whisper now.
âIâve got it,â Sam said, still looking back toward the water hole. âItâs water theyâre after. They came to our scent because theyâre tame. Theyâre used to people and our smell.â
âBut where are they from?â Mattie asked.
âI donât know,â Sam said, moving back toward the boulderâs edge. âLetâs go down and ask them.â
Sam slid over the edge of the boulder and took a footing on a thin, protruding crevice halfway down its side. Stopping, he turned and held a hand up toward Mattie. But she ignored his hand and slid down, took a foothold on the crevice for only a second, then jumped the remaining few feet to the ground.
Sam jumped down behind her and walked toward the gathered horses, Mattie right beside him.
âNo brands,â he said, looking the horses over. He touched a gloved hand to the nearest horseâs side. He gave the animal a rub and saw no signs of the horse shying back from his gesture. Turning his back to the horseâs shoulder, he stooped and raised its shod hoof between his knees and looked at it. âNo shoe markings. . . .â
He set the hoof down and looked all around as the horses gathered around him and Mattie curiously. He gave a gentle but firm shove to get one of the horsesâ noses away from the canteens hanging from the dunâs saddle horn.
âTheyâre thirsty,â Mattie said, rubbing a horseâs sweaty, dirt-streaked neck.
âYes, they are,â Sam said. As he spoke he stepped over and took down a coiled rope he carried at his saddle horn and let out a couple of loops. âSomebody mustâve woken up this morning and found their corral empty. Thereâs a good chance someone is looking for these fellows right now.
âWhat are you doing?â she asked, seeing the Ranger make a loop around the muzzle of the horse whoâd arrived first. He led it closer to another horse.
âStringing a couple of them,â Sam said. âWeâll take them to the water hole, get them watered.â
âBut you didnât want to be there in broad daylight with no cover,â Mattie reminded him.
âThatâs right. I didnât, not if I could keep from it,â Sam replied, continuing to string the second horse. âRight now I canât help it. These horses will get themselves in trouble out here on their own. Thereâs a stage relay station just north of the border. Weâll leave them corralled there for whoever they belong to.â
âItâll cost us time,â Mattie said, stepping in, helping him string the horses together.
âI know,â he said. âIf you want to ride on ahead, Iâll catch up to you along the trail.â
âNo, Iâll stick,â she said, looping the rope around the third horseâs muzzle. âFact is, if weâre going back to the water, I might manage to wash up some, if itâs all the sameâif we have time, that is?â
âWeâll make time. Itâll take a few minutes for me to water these cayuses,â Sam said. He watched her add the horse to the string.
âThree will do it?â she said.