“If I must.” He stepped out, and I quickly followed. The posse was on the run now, and Benboy no longer there to hold them in rein. He was already atop his horse, in fact, and preparing to hightail it out of here.
The posse quickly mounted up and made for the hills. They left a significant amount behind. Not a single horse, though. I groaned. Everybody’s face fell. There’s nothing more depressing than a walking cowboy.
“Hey.” A voice called out. “Sorry I didn’t join in. My gun was jammed.”
I glanced over, to see Brian walked up, leading a whole pack of ponies by their halters.
“Darn thing doesn’t like the heat.” He held up a sleek black item that I would never in a million years identified as a weapon. “Or the dust. Or me.”
“You got horses?” Ash blinked.
“Benboy told me to watch them.” Brian shrugged. “He didn’t say where.”
