Chapter 4

“Ah, sí, el patrón. You see the caballoyou want, se?or? Or should I pick a good one for you?”

Chaz hesitated, not sure what etiquette called for. “I will accept your choice,” he said after a moment. He saw Sombra’s nod out of the corner of his eye and decided he’d done the right thing.

After Jorge roped a solid chestnut with a narrow blaze, Sombra handed Chaz a bridle. He fitted it to the horse’s head without much trouble, although it was configured differently than the tack he was used to. A few minutes later, seated in his uncle’s fine, ornately tooled Mexican saddle, Chaz followed Sombra out the gate from the inner yard of the ranch. 2