Chapter 13
“If we can get you up on your good leg, I think I can boost you into the saddle on Dusty here and I’ll lead him back.”
“Hell, it’s a good eight or ten miles and it’s almost dark.”
Chaz ignored Sombra’s protest. “I’m not leaving you out here tonight. Come on.”
It was a struggle, but he got Sombra up, and together they managed to hoist him onto the buckskin’s back. Chaz heard Sombra’s occasional gasps and sharply sucked-in breaths that told him the foreman was in pain, but the tall man didn’t protest. Finally he clutched the saddle to stay upright as Chaz started off, still carrying the rifle in case the cat returned.