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We all nodded knowingly. Earlier, 20 miles deep into the wilderness
with storm clouds menacing, our horses and mules dashed off in a
stampede as we were setting up camp. One mule, loaded down with food
and kitchen gear, had stumbled in a creek. The others, spooked by his
struggles, ran back the way we'd come, and our unsaddled horses -- let
loose to graze -- followed after. Stunned and amazed, we watched our pack animals disappear over the horizon with tents, clothing and camp gear. Dark thoughts crossed our minds. What if our stock ran all the way back to their home ranch? Would we have to hike out? Or seek shelter from rain or snow? Were there bears in this area? Clark gave us some calm instructions. Then, while we set up camp with what supplies were left scattered across the meadow, he rode off after the renegades on the one remaining saddled horse. Two hours later he had all the animals back in our meadow, safely tied to hitch ropes and picket lines. by MichaelHofferber@outriderbooks.com Copyright © 2006. All rights reserved. |
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