“We’ll hold ’em!” yelled Alkali.
Connie could hear the crackling of horns rubbing together. Each flash of lightning revealed the cattle churning into a tighter circle.
A cowboy rode close to Connie, rain spouting from his sombrero. She saw that it was Lefty.
“Look out for another break!” he shouted. “They’re millin’ too close!”
Suddenly two dark forms dashed out of the herd.
“Get ’em, Silvertail!” Connie cried.
She jumped her horse at the animals, sending them scurrying back into the churning mass.
The rain had slackened and Connie was hopeful that the cattle would quiet down. They were not milling so closely now. The riders were getting them well under control.
Then from the other side of the herd a revolver cracked, spitting a trail of fire into the black void.
“Who did that?” cried Lefty angrily. “Someone’s shootin’ straight into the herd!”