Black Hills
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“I’ll be quicker in and out on my own.” Lil checked a radio transmitter, then packed it. “I’ve waited until late in the season for this. I don’t want to dawdle. Everything’s under control here,” she added. “Plus someone’s got to check on the camera up there. It’s a good time for me to take a few days, deal with that and maybe get a capture and release.”
“And if weather comes in?”
“I’m not going that far, Tansy. We’re losing data with that camera out, so it has to be checked. If weather comes in, I’ll head back, or wait it out.”
She added a second transmitter. She could get lucky.
“I’ll have the radio phone.” She swung the tranquilizer gun over her shoulder by the strap, hefted her pack.
“You’re leaving now?”
“Plenty of day left. With luck, I might have a capture tonight or tomorrow, tag it, and be on my way back.”
“But-”
“Stop worrying. Now I’m going to go buy a good horse from a former friend. That works out, I’ll leave from there. I’ll stay in touch.”
She hoped the former friend was in town or at the trailhead, dealing with his rental stock, customers, whatever he did with his days. She could horse-trade with Sam or Lucy, and avoid the annoyance of doing business with Coop.
Especially since he’d made it clear he wanted her to mind her own.
And to think she’d made a sincere effort to be friendly, to let bygones be. Well, screw that. If he wanted to be pissy, she’d be pissy right back.
But she wanted a good horse. Annoyance didn’t mean taking chances on the trail, and her usual mount was getting too old for this kind of trip.
Odds were, Lil thought as she drove to the neighboring farm, she’d be able to do no more than verify territory and activity on this little trip. She might get a sighting, but an actual capture and tag was a long shot. Worth it though, to add to her proposed ten-year study.
And it would give her the chance to see what, if any, human activity there might be.
When she arrived, she noted the ring and buzz-hammer and saw-from the bunkhouse. She recognized one of the trucks parked by the building as belonging to a local carpenter. Curiosity had her heading in that direction.
A mistake, she realized when Coop stepped out.
Business, she told herself. Just do the business.
“I need to buy a horse.”
“Something happen to yours?”
“No. I’m looking for one experienced on the trail. Mine’s getting on. I’d be looking for one between five and eight, say. Steady, mature, sound.”
“We don’t sell horses that aren’t sound. Going somewhere?”
She angled her head, spoke coolly. “Do you want to sell me a horse, Cooper?”
“Sure. I figure we both want me to sell you the right horse. Makes a difference if you want one for some pleasure riding on the trail, or one for working.”
“I work, so I need a horse who’ll work with me. And I want it today.”
“You’re planning on heading up today?”
“That’s right. Look, I’m going to try for a quick trap-and-tag. I need a reliable mount who can handle rough ground and has some nerve.”
“Have you spotted any cats near your place?”
“For somebody who wants me to mind my business, you sure are hell-bent on minding mine.”
“My horse,” he said.
“I haven’t seen anything within the sanctuary. We’ve got a camera out, and I want to check on it. Since I’m doing that, I’m going to set up a live trap and see if I get lucky. I’m planning on two days, three at most. Satisfied?”
“I thought you took a team for tagging.”
“If that’s the primary goal. I’ve handled it myself before. I’d like to buy that horse, Cooper, before spring. If it’s all the same to you.”
“I’ve got a six-year-old gelding that might suit you. I’ll bring him out so you can take a look.”
She started to say she’d just go with him, then changed her mind. She’d stay put. Less need for conversation. Less chance she’d give in and ask if she could see what was going on inside the old bunkhouse.
She liked the look of the gelding right off. He was a handsome brown-and-white piebald with a long slash down to his nose. His ears and eyes stayed alert as Coop led him over to the paddock fence.
The sturdy build told her he’d carry her and her gear without trouble.
He didn’t shy or sidestep when she checked his legs, his hooves. He jerked his head some when she checked his mouth, his teeth, but didn’t try any nip.
“He handles well. Got some spunk so we don’t use him unless the rider’s experienced. He likes to move.” Coop gave the gelding a rub. “He’s steady, he just gets bored if he’s doing nothing but plodding along in a line of others. Tends to stir up trouble. Likes to be in the lead.”
“What are you asking?”
“Since you’re buying a horse, you’ve got your saddle with you. Saddle him up, ride him around some. Take your time. I’ve got a couple things to see to.”
She did just that. The gelding gave her one curious look, as if to say, This isn’t usual. Then stood patiently while she saddled him, switched the tack for her own. When she mounted, he did a little shift and quiver in place.
Are we going? Are we?
She clucked her tongue and sent him into a quick, happy trot. She used sounds, her knees and heels, her hands to test him on commands. Well-trained, she concluded, but she’d expected no less from Wilks’s stock.
She figured her high end, and the price she’d like to pay, while she worked the gelding through paces and turns.
He’d do, she thought. He’d do just fine.
She slowed to a walk when Coop came back, leading a bay mare already saddled. “Has this one got a name?”
“We call him Rocky. Because he just keeps going.”
That got a laugh out of her. “He fits the bill. What are you asking?”
He named a price, right at her high end, then walked toward the house to retrieve a pack he’d set on the porch.
“That’s a little steeper than I’m looking for.”
“We can dicker on the trail.”
“I’ll give you… what?”
“I’m going with you.”
“And if weather comes in?”
“I’m not going that far, Tansy. We’re losing data with that camera out, so it has to be checked. If weather comes in, I’ll head back, or wait it out.”
She added a second transmitter. She could get lucky.
“I’ll have the radio phone.” She swung the tranquilizer gun over her shoulder by the strap, hefted her pack.
“You’re leaving now?”
“Plenty of day left. With luck, I might have a capture tonight or tomorrow, tag it, and be on my way back.”
“But-”
“Stop worrying. Now I’m going to go buy a good horse from a former friend. That works out, I’ll leave from there. I’ll stay in touch.”
She hoped the former friend was in town or at the trailhead, dealing with his rental stock, customers, whatever he did with his days. She could horse-trade with Sam or Lucy, and avoid the annoyance of doing business with Coop.
Especially since he’d made it clear he wanted her to mind her own.
And to think she’d made a sincere effort to be friendly, to let bygones be. Well, screw that. If he wanted to be pissy, she’d be pissy right back.
But she wanted a good horse. Annoyance didn’t mean taking chances on the trail, and her usual mount was getting too old for this kind of trip.
Odds were, Lil thought as she drove to the neighboring farm, she’d be able to do no more than verify territory and activity on this little trip. She might get a sighting, but an actual capture and tag was a long shot. Worth it though, to add to her proposed ten-year study.
And it would give her the chance to see what, if any, human activity there might be.
When she arrived, she noted the ring and buzz-hammer and saw-from the bunkhouse. She recognized one of the trucks parked by the building as belonging to a local carpenter. Curiosity had her heading in that direction.
A mistake, she realized when Coop stepped out.
Business, she told herself. Just do the business.
“I need to buy a horse.”
“Something happen to yours?”
“No. I’m looking for one experienced on the trail. Mine’s getting on. I’d be looking for one between five and eight, say. Steady, mature, sound.”
“We don’t sell horses that aren’t sound. Going somewhere?”
She angled her head, spoke coolly. “Do you want to sell me a horse, Cooper?”
“Sure. I figure we both want me to sell you the right horse. Makes a difference if you want one for some pleasure riding on the trail, or one for working.”
“I work, so I need a horse who’ll work with me. And I want it today.”
“You’re planning on heading up today?”
“That’s right. Look, I’m going to try for a quick trap-and-tag. I need a reliable mount who can handle rough ground and has some nerve.”
“Have you spotted any cats near your place?”
“For somebody who wants me to mind my business, you sure are hell-bent on minding mine.”
“My horse,” he said.
“I haven’t seen anything within the sanctuary. We’ve got a camera out, and I want to check on it. Since I’m doing that, I’m going to set up a live trap and see if I get lucky. I’m planning on two days, three at most. Satisfied?”
“I thought you took a team for tagging.”
“If that’s the primary goal. I’ve handled it myself before. I’d like to buy that horse, Cooper, before spring. If it’s all the same to you.”
“I’ve got a six-year-old gelding that might suit you. I’ll bring him out so you can take a look.”
She started to say she’d just go with him, then changed her mind. She’d stay put. Less need for conversation. Less chance she’d give in and ask if she could see what was going on inside the old bunkhouse.
She liked the look of the gelding right off. He was a handsome brown-and-white piebald with a long slash down to his nose. His ears and eyes stayed alert as Coop led him over to the paddock fence.
The sturdy build told her he’d carry her and her gear without trouble.
He didn’t shy or sidestep when she checked his legs, his hooves. He jerked his head some when she checked his mouth, his teeth, but didn’t try any nip.
“He handles well. Got some spunk so we don’t use him unless the rider’s experienced. He likes to move.” Coop gave the gelding a rub. “He’s steady, he just gets bored if he’s doing nothing but plodding along in a line of others. Tends to stir up trouble. Likes to be in the lead.”
“What are you asking?”
“Since you’re buying a horse, you’ve got your saddle with you. Saddle him up, ride him around some. Take your time. I’ve got a couple things to see to.”
She did just that. The gelding gave her one curious look, as if to say, This isn’t usual. Then stood patiently while she saddled him, switched the tack for her own. When she mounted, he did a little shift and quiver in place.
Are we going? Are we?
She clucked her tongue and sent him into a quick, happy trot. She used sounds, her knees and heels, her hands to test him on commands. Well-trained, she concluded, but she’d expected no less from Wilks’s stock.
She figured her high end, and the price she’d like to pay, while she worked the gelding through paces and turns.
He’d do, she thought. He’d do just fine.
She slowed to a walk when Coop came back, leading a bay mare already saddled. “Has this one got a name?”
“We call him Rocky. Because he just keeps going.”
That got a laugh out of her. “He fits the bill. What are you asking?”
He named a price, right at her high end, then walked toward the house to retrieve a pack he’d set on the porch.
“That’s a little steeper than I’m looking for.”
“We can dicker on the trail.”
“I’ll give you… what?”
“I’m going with you.”
