One day in November he rode up to the home ranch leading a mule with a pack saddle fully rigged.
"What are you doing with that mule?" asked Reynolds as he came out of the house, followed by Pink.
"I'm going to pack him."
"Pack him? What do you mean?"
"I'm going to hit 'the long trail.'"
Cora came hurrying forward. "Good evening, Mose."
"Good evening, Cory. How's my little Pink?"
"What did you say about hittin' the trail, Mose?"
"Now I reckon you'll give an account of yourself," said Reynolds with a wink.
Mose was anxious to avoid an emotional moment; he cautiously replied: "Oh, I'm off on a little hunting excursion; don't get excited about it. I'm hungry as a coyote; can I eat?"