We're raising a new colt, and it puts me in mind of the fabled Richard Brautigan story about "the worst bunch of horses ever assembled in a corral." It is a short chapter from the The Hawkline Monster.
The Governor of Oregon
Greer, Cameron and Magic Child went over to the blacksmith's shop to get some horses for the ride out to Miss Hawkline's in the morning. They wanted to make sure the horses would be ready when they left at dawn.
The blacksmith had a collection of strange horses that he would rent out sometimes if he knew you or liked your looks. He'd had a bucket of beer along with his dinner that evening, so he was very friendly.
"Magic Child," he said. "Ain't seen you around for awhile. You been someplace? Hear they're killing people over Gompville way. My name is Pills," holding out his beer-friendly hand to Greer and Cameron. "I take care of the horses around here."
