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And in those days every rider, especially a wild-horse hunter,
loved his steed as part of himself. If there was a difference between Bostil
and any rider of the sage, it was that, as he had more horses, so he had more
love.
Whenever Bostil could not get possession of a horse he coveted, either by
purchase or trade, he invariably acquired a grievance toward the owner. This
happened often, for riders were loath to part with their favorites. And he had
made more than one enemy by his persistent nagging. It could not be said,
however, that he sought to drive hard bargains. Bostil would pay any price
asked for a horse.
Across the Colorado, in a high, red-walled canyon opening upon the river,
lived a poor sheep-herder and horse-trader named Creech. This man owned a
number of thoroughbreds, two of which he would not part with for all the gold
in the uplands. These racers, Blue Roan and Peg, had been captured wild on the
ranges by Ute Indians and broken to racing. They were still young and getting
faster every year.


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