TenClimbing up onto the back of his pinto pony, Deep Water grimaced and reached out to rub his leg. A quick glance towards Simms spoke volumes.
The detective frowned. “That old wound still giving you pain?”
“Discomfort only,” said the scout dismissively, quickly pointing out across the prairie. “The war-party veer away to the east, but the men you seek take the opposite route.”
“That'll work in our favour.”
“Hopefully.” The scout kicked his pony into a gentle walk. “Their steps grow more twisted.”
“Twisted?” Simms moved his horse up alongside his friend as they cut across the open range.
“If that is the word. Like they are tiring, moving more slowly, with more effort.”
“Only to be expected, out here in the open, on foot. It's a wonder they got this far.”
“Something made the war-par
