THE BLUE FEATHER
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atop his horse he could see that the bridge Portal door was
already in use. The cowboys and vaqueros were herding one
group of horses through after another. As the pens started
thinning out, Elijio rode back down the alleyway.
“You might not know, but there are another four thousand
horses and about three hundred burros one and a half kilometers
just down the road. Would you want to transport those horses,
too?”
“The more the merrier,” Bardala told him, “but, you’re going
to have to show us where.”
“That wouldn’t be a problem, except it will take me awhile to
ride around this set of steel corrals. Give me five minutes,”
vaquero Elijio said as he started to leave.
“Wait, just hold on tight,” Bardala told him, as she pointed
her finger at his horse.
She levitated both of them as one person in the crowd of
onlookers shouted, “How is she doing that?”
Once Elijio and his horse were on the outside of the steel
corral, he told the crew of Tital’s to follow him. They rode to the
front of the property and turned down the gravel road on front
going the opposite direction as the highway.
“Stop, will we have to bring the herd down this road?” Tital
asked Elijio.
“That’s right,” Elijio replied.
“Then Jonathan and Lena, both of you stay here at this point.
Turn everything back into this lot. Lena, you stay out in front, far
enough to get the gate into the pens opened, tell Elijio’s men
that more horses are coming for them. Have the gates open, as
soon as these animals in the back are transported.”