Chapter 4

He halted the horse, scanning the horizon, or at least what he could see of it. One of the traits he developed over the years was learning how to think like the crooks he pursued. So he put himself in the mind of a rustler. Cattle would be easier to move over the range. Their intent was to steal broodmares; which made him think the best answer would be a truck and trailer. They’d want seclusion as well.

Having pinpointed a direction, Chad nudged Desitado forward. The predawn hour was beautiful, an endless blanket of stars overhead, crickets chirping, an owl somewhere off in the distance. For a heartbeat or two, Chad allowed himself the privilege of forgetting he was hunting thieves and just relaxed. It had been some time since he last stopped to ride for the sheer pleasure of it, lulled by the creak of saddle leather and the motion of Desitado. He even briefly closed his eyes.