They had left Rawlins before noon. It was well into the middle of the afternoon before the driver of the car stopped at a little two-store village deep in the hills.
“We get out here,” Ruth told her husband.
She settled with the owner of the car, and the man started back to Rawlins. Opposite the store where they had stopped was a corral. Ruth led the way to it. Three horses were eating hay from a rack.
Rowan looked at them, then at Ruth. He had recognized two of the animals, and the third one showed on the flank the Circle Diamond brand.
“Am I to ask questions yet?” McCoy wanted to know.
“If you like,” she smiled.
“Are we to ride home on the pinto and old Duke?”
“Yes.”
“And the sorrel?”
“For a pack horse.”