Seeing Dutch on a cane was admittedly strange if not a bit unsettling when Arthur saw him walk about. He'd never seen the man so slow to recover from a wound before and he felt that the change was permanent as while his wounds had healed, whatever the bullet had hit when it went through his leg had done some irreparable damage. And the fact he was taking easy less than John, was slowing any healing he might still have.
To be honest he had yet to see the man get back up on The Count since that day, and wondered if he'd ever ride again. Probably, the leg wasn't dead and he still had some good upper body strength to him despite his age. Would just take him longer or with a bit of help he supposed.
Fortunately their days of chasing trains on horseback and running from the law were behind them. He hoped anyway. The local law of Fairview had yet to find or mention any O'Driscoll bodies, and he suspected that was due to by now most of the predators and scavengers in the area will have scattered them about, but he did note in his few times in town that people had picked up on the gang that had suddenly come and gone.
For the time being, things were okay. Perhaps the best they'd ever been now that Colm and the main posse of his gang were gone, but winter would decide that he assumed. For now, they had a fair to get to and see about making new friends interested in their stock to come.
The fair was a decent ride away at the town of Ephraim. Banners and streamers decorated the place with carts and horses, horses everywhere. It was a lively event and everyone was friendly and looking to make or lose some money.
Edelweiss got quite a few looks as they rode through slowly. When they dismounted at the livery to board their horses while they had a look around, a man came up and asked about Arthur's mare and offered a grand for her on the spot. Arthur declined of course but had a laugh with John. "Maybe I should reconsider breeding her with The Count next year"
There was some good food to be had at the vendors about which they tried some of as they went over to the main event of the horse pens. There were horses of all kinds on the block. Nokotas, Tennessee Walkers, Halfbreds, Shires, Paints, some handsome Thoroughbreds, more horses than Arthur reckoned he'd ever seen in one place before.
No Arabians, which accounted for the eagerness of the man they bumped into. No mustangs either so that could potentially be an in on the market, unless folk just didn't buy them at all here.
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To be honest he had yet to see the man get back up on The Count since that day, and wondered if he'd ever ride again. Probably, the leg wasn't dead and he still had some good upper body strength to him despite his age. Would just take him longer or with a bit of help he supposed.
Fortunately their days of chasing trains on horseback and running from the law were behind them. He hoped anyway. The local law of Fairview had yet to find or mention any O'Driscoll bodies, and he suspected that was due to by now most of the predators and scavengers in the area will have scattered them about, but he did note in his few times in town that people had picked up on the gang that had suddenly come and gone.
For the time being, things were okay. Perhaps the best they'd ever been now that Colm and the main posse of his gang were gone, but winter would decide that he assumed. For now, they had a fair to get to and see about making new friends interested in their stock to come.
The fair was a decent ride away at the town of Ephraim. Banners and streamers decorated the place with carts and horses, horses everywhere. It was a lively event and everyone was friendly and looking to make or lose some money.
Edelweiss got quite a few looks as they rode through slowly. When they dismounted at the livery to board their horses while they had a look around, a man came up and asked about Arthur's mare and offered a grand for her on the spot. Arthur declined of course but had a laugh with John. "Maybe I should reconsider breeding her with The Count next year"
There was some good food to be had at the vendors about which they tried some of as they went over to the main event of the horse pens. There were horses of all kinds on the block. Nokotas, Tennessee Walkers, Halfbreds, Shires, Paints, some handsome Thoroughbreds, more horses than Arthur reckoned he'd ever seen in one place before.
No Arabians, which accounted for the eagerness of the man they bumped into. No mustangs either so that could potentially be an in on the market, unless folk just didn't buy them at all here.