Henry stuffed his musket into the sheath on the saddle and threw his bedroll over the back of the horse. The old swayback just stood chewing the few bits of straw that it had just picked up in its mouth. To anyone else this horse looked like a bucket of glue on hooves.
Henry was more than determined to find his Ma and set things straight. He clambered up onto the saddle and nudged the old horse forward. With every lift of a hoof there was an equal thud on the ground as the horse slowly moved forward. Henry probably could have walked faster.
As the old horse rambled along the dusty over-grown road, Henry was trying to think of how he could find his mother. Then it hit him. Festus...Festus could help him. He was, after all, considered the smartest Haggen.
With such a cunning thought in his head, Henry nudged the horse to move fast. Henry had to get to Dodge were his cousin Festus was living. A smile perched his lips. "I'm comin' fer ya ma!" He said aloud.