Hidden Heritage 11
The next thing Moo knew was the sound of anxious voices
calling his name, and he found himself forcing his eyes open
to see Dakota and Cowlorado bending over him in the light of
a lantern. The sun had gone down.
"Moo!". The voice was Dakota's. "You alright?"
"What in Blue Blazes happened to you?" This from The
Kid.
Moo stared uncertainly as his fuzzy brain tried to gather
its thoughts. Then he remembered.
"Cyclone!"
He tried to sit up at the sound of his horse's whinny and
immediately regretted it, groaning as Dakota carefully
eased him back down.
"Easy Moo. Ya might've broken sometin'. Cyclone led us
to ya buddy. He's just fine. Where's it hurt?"
Moo gingerly moved his body, testing. He touched his
aching head to find it neatly bandaged.
"My foot mostly. Head's next worse. I'm pretty sure the
rest is just bruises."
Dakota carefully touched Moo's ankle. "How's it hurt?"
He winced. "Enough". He grinned with gritted teeth. "I
don't think it's broken though." The others grinned back.
"Think ya can ride?" asked Dakota.
"Just get me on my horse and I'll take it from there!"
"Well then upsey-daisy, Pardner!" With that, Dakota
deftly swung Moo up over his shoulder and carried him to
where Cowlorado waited with Cyclone.
Dakota supported Moo's shoulders as Cowlorado helped their
injured friend ease his foot over the saddle.
"Did you find the Masked Bull, Moo?" asked Cowlorado.
"Not sure." Moo gritted as he settled in place. I found
a campsite, but the next thing I knew, there was this loud boom and then these rocks coming down on me. I think I fell.
"That wouldn't be this place right here, would it?"
Surprised, Moo looked around from uptop his mount. "Yep, I reckon it is. The tent is gone and the fire looks like it was left to die out."
"Well we'd best head for Elbow's Bend and see about you,"
Dakota said as he and Cowlorado got on their own horses.
"This here's a right good job of bandaging you've done,
fellas," Moo said as he admired the handiwork on his foot.
"Whadya talkin' 'bout Moo?" asked Cowlorado as he turned
his horse around. "We found you that way."
The next thing Moo knew was the sound of anxious voices
calling his name, and he found himself forcing his eyes open
to see Dakota and Cowlorado bending over him in the light of
a lantern. The sun had gone down.
"Moo!". The voice was Dakota's. "You alright?"
"What in Blue Blazes happened to you?" This from The
Kid.
Moo stared uncertainly as his fuzzy brain tried to gather
its thoughts. Then he remembered.
"Cyclone!"
He tried to sit up at the sound of his horse's whinny and
immediately regretted it, groaning as Dakota carefully
eased him back down.
"Easy Moo. Ya might've broken sometin'. Cyclone led us
to ya buddy. He's just fine. Where's it hurt?"
Moo gingerly moved his body, testing. He touched his
aching head to find it neatly bandaged.
"My foot mostly. Head's next worse. I'm pretty sure the
rest is just bruises."
Dakota carefully touched Moo's ankle. "How's it hurt?"
He winced. "Enough". He grinned with gritted teeth. "I
don't think it's broken though." The others grinned back.
"Think ya can ride?" asked Dakota.
"Just get me on my horse and I'll take it from there!"
"Well then upsey-daisy, Pardner!" With that, Dakota
deftly swung Moo up over his shoulder and carried him to
where Cowlorado waited with Cyclone.
Dakota supported Moo's shoulders as Cowlorado helped their
injured friend ease his foot over the saddle.
"Did you find the Masked Bull, Moo?" asked Cowlorado.
"Not sure." Moo gritted as he settled in place. I found
a campsite, but the next thing I knew, there was this loud boom and then these rocks coming down on me. I think I fell.
"That wouldn't be this place right here, would it?"
Surprised, Moo looked around from uptop his mount. "Yep, I reckon it is. The tent is gone and the fire looks like it was left to die out."
"Well we'd best head for Elbow's Bend and see about you,"
Dakota said as he and Cowlorado got on their own horses.
"This here's a right good job of bandaging you've done,
fellas," Moo said as he admired the handiwork on his foot.
"Whadya talkin' 'bout Moo?" asked Cowlorado as he turned
his horse around. "We found you that way."