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Part 6

Ron Casady grinned as he looked over his small herd of purloined horses. The six he'd stolen from Morgant rounded them out to an even twenty. His grin fell a bit as he recalled the stink at Morgant's corral. The rancher must have found some new kind of fly repellent, why else would he bathe the fence in garlic water? But once they'd gotten the horses away the smell had dissipated, much to a...