All the dog-people were led to the closest horse-leavings, and all permanently memorized the scent.
Although with the dogs working both sides of the road allowing for a much faster pace, they would soon have to stop for the night. They knew it would be a long trackdown, their quarry simply had to big a lead on them and there was no sense pressing on. All were exhausted—and hungry.
Doc Shouse found a decent clearing in the forest to camp, and soon the tents were pitched, a fine meal prepared by Susan, and within an hour all were sound asleep.
Except for one of their number, who decided to stand watch.
That was good…
Season VI, Chapter 3 Trackdown, Episode 9:
Alone among the canines, she could ride on the back of a horse securely enough to fall asleep and now, Buttons simply couldn’t sleep. It’s true she did her part, running out with the other dogs to search for signs of their quarry, but like any good canine she slept at every opportunity that presented itself. She liked the horses and she was certainly their favorite dog.
Horses require approximately 2½ hours of sleep every 24-hours. Most of this sleep occurs in many short intervals of about 15 minutes each, so Buttons settled in close to the horses. She’d doze a bit, and have short conversations with one or another of the sentient horses, especially with Doc Shouse’s Northstar, as they were great friends.
They were now on the road south along Lake Superior. Clem Reed & Chuck Dayton came by steamer to Grand Marais in search of work as horse-wranglers from Kansas by way of St. Louis where they answered an ad for work in Northern Minnesota. After weeks aboard a riverboat to Saint Paul, a day’s train ride to Duluth, an eight-hour packet boat trip to Grand Marais—AND having spent the most their money getting there, they discovered there were no jobs waiting for them.
At the ManO’War Pub they learned that a “stop order” had been sent to St. Louis by Jonathan Spenser a week or two ago, but by then they were already in or at least approaching the Lower Landing in St. Paul.
They were offered jobs as loggers and even fishermen—both of which they rejected, they’d been cowboys too long. They heard there were some horse farms down near Duluth that might be looking for help. Low on cash and supplies, they did what any old horse-wrangler would—they set off in search of work.
Clem reigned up, he’d heard a horse whinny.
To be Continued…