Grant and Rufus Rode in the Dark.

They threw their saddles up on two bayed geltings and held bridles against the light in the doorway to see which bits and curbs they had. Rufus stopped all motion and said he wished he'd brought his cow dog pine. He'd run down a herd quitter like a chicken after a Junebug, wouldn't he? Only a dream grant thought pine was blind. His horse struck sparks from the concrete floor with its iron shoes. This was a loner from Koi who promised that the horse was gentler than the burrow Christ rode into Jerusalem.