57The horse stepped through the river's shallow flow, black tail swishing at flies, the pungent smell of creosote emanating from a rocky area thick with the desert evergreens. The small sheep walked beside him on the riverbank, her recent battle with the stream's current and deep water still fresh in her mind.
The horse recognized the land through which they now walked. His ancestors had endowed him with an excellent long-term memory, an adaptation necessary for animals that roamed over large areas of land. He now sensed he was closer to the mares than he'd been in a long time.
The presence of two humans in folding chairs did not deter the horse from his path.
One man lowered a pair of binoculars. “Did you see that? Over by the saguaro?” the man pointed. “See. Up on the right arm. I swe
