"Night-ridin' ain't so popular out here."
Bartley turned over and fell asleep. It seemed but a moment later that he was wide awake and Cheyenne was standing over him. It was daylight.
"They got our hosses," said Cheyenne.
"Who?"
"I dunno."
"What? Our horses? Great Scott, how far is it to Senator Brown's ranch?"
"About twenty-five miles, by road. I know a short cut."
Bartley jumped up and pulled on his boots. From the far hills came the faint yelp of a coyote, shrill and derisive.
"The joke is on us," said Bartley.
"This here ain't no joke," stated Cheyenne.