Well, Dusty was about the strongest horse I ever rode. I could feel all the muscles moving under me—not bulky, but no yielding in ’em at all. I worrited after her in the dark, on the could-be-slick stones, but I figured the best thing I could do to help was just to hang on, try not to throw her balance, and let her be about her business. Best plan I ever had, letting Dusty take care of me. Pity I can’t talk that mare into doing my tax paperwork.
