preferring that the Ovaro be free to move around in case of trouble, rather than being tied up somewhere. The big black-and-white horse tossed his head angrily as he came up to Fargo, as if telling the Trailsman that he had heard the shots and didn’t cotton to missing out on the action.
“Take it easy,” Fargo told the stallion as he tied the broken rifle onto the back of the saddle. “Chances are there’ll be more trouble, plenty for both of us.”
No truer words were ever spoken, he thought, as he retrieved his hat, which the bushwhacker’s hurried shot had missed, and settled it on his head. One thing Fargo’s adventurous career had taught him was that trouble was never long in coming. . . .
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