Others scattered, at least one woman crying out. Within yards of the tracks, Leon took back control, yanking on the reins to veer the horse in a new direction. He headed away from Verdi, away from the train. Thomas snapped his head around, scanning for any signs of another young man bolting, but everybody else had frozen in place to watch the runaway horse and rider.
His bounty. Now heading toward the ridge in the distance.
He rushed to the livestock cars. “Get me my horse!”
The boys stared at him, like he had shouted in Chinese. He didn’t let that slow him down. He hurried up the plank to the car where he knew his sorrel gelding, Max, was kept. A part of him didn’t even want to take the time to saddle him, but Thomas knew he’d regret it if he took off like a fool without proper equipment. He didn’t want to lose Leon, but the spring ground was soft enough that he was confident he could track the man.
But he had to be smart about it.